The green lioness was sitting underneath a small tree, eating a small hare. She was an older lioness, and she'd seen a lot in her time, so much so that she wasn't even sure what had really happened and what was false. She was thin, after years of never learning to hunt for herself, her sudden entrance to the rogue lands had been harsh and she'd never really coped, only managing food from left over kills from others who had left them to rot, or from the occasional stupid prey beast, like the one she was eating now.
Her ears moved constantly, any sound made her stop instantly. She'd never quite know what she would find in the rogue lands, even lions, the only worthy species in her eyes, were different and troublesome out here.
Still she moved on, perhaps hoping one day to return to her old pride, formed anew to welcome her back with open arms, or perhaps she is just waiting to wake up, thinking it all a dream.
