you can't be wild and then be tame
Prague has never been much of a diplomat in the true sense of the word, as a young mare competing for the throne she was peace affiliated but that was short lived. Life hardened her quickly and sometimes not in the good ways. She understood Lagertha on a level that many could not and she and Lagertha hadn't even shared 'war stories'. You just have people who you know their struggle, it's your struggle too.
Prague has been MIA for a few months trying to heal from the birth of her fireproof child, Firefox, and she's missed a few promotions. She learns quickly that Lyris is the next in charge since Lagertha has moved up the chain now. Prague is saddened that the army seems to be almost non-existent here. We have healers, we have magic, but we don't have warriors.
Any attacker could potentially win.
She can sense the uneasy feeling wash across the jungle in some, she's grown quite empathetic in her old age. She's never met Lyris to her knowledge and it seems as though she wants to meet others, standing out in the open. The silver lioness slinks up towards her, she sits and licks her pad to run over her left ear. "Lyris, I'm Prague...you know that we're in grave danger in the shape our army is in," she comments, matter-of-factly and without hesitation. She was far too old to worry about skipping over cracks or offending someone. Her whiskers shift and suddenly she is back to her Andalusian form, stark white with dark forelock and tail. Her eyes are much less piercing now, she continues, "You've been around more recently than I have...how are things? What about our new Queen?" she says, playing devil's advocate because she does not know what's transpired in her absence. She can tell that Lyris finds Lagertha manipulative but why? She's curious as cats will be.