Navalin had made her deal with a lion for cubs, not that she liked males any more now than she did. That particular male, she thought was tolerable, males in general were still not. She just wished her mate would quit fretting over the idea of giving him the male cubs. He had been proven capable, having already raised cubs of his own and such, it was not such a bad arrangement. She guessed her mate was just a bit too much of a softhearted female. Navalin could not quite wrap her mind around the other lioness' desire to keep male cubs.Navalin's green fur fluffed a bit in smugness as she thought about how well things were going with her dear sweet Arenji. She still had yet to build up the courage to go meet Arenji's family though, and that was going to have to be fixed soon. How was she going to do that? What if they didn't like her? Not that there was anything to not like about Navalin, but who knew with family. The lioness took note of an older lioness sitting near by, looking about as happy as she felt and thought she would say hello. It did not occur to her that the coloring of the lioness looked familiar, because there were so many lions in the pride. "Good Morning, ma'am. You look delighted with something today."
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