Nabila was not a morning person, nor had she ever been. Unfortunately she was one of the guardians responsible for the morning watch shift today.
She could remember being a small cub being urged by her mother to rise in the wake of the rising sun. She smiled in fond remembrance of her more simple days when getting up in the morning meant having breakfast and playing with her siblings all day.
The young lioness managed to remove herself from the warmth and sleepy comfort of the dens and into the brisk air of the morning.
Yawning widely she trudged toward the outer borders of the pride so that she could post herself there and wait for nonexistent danger to appear.
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