There was a particular surliness about Fatimah that made her avoidable by the majority of sane lions. She was frank, open, and generally embittered with most things. Those that might have known her when she first joined might remember a different lioness all together, but these days she was as venomous as any viper.
When she walked the others scattered. Being a grump was bad enough without being large. She was a short, stout lioness with paw prints that could rival many a males. Fatimah turned her gaze to the sun with a frown. Why was it so hot today? Couldn't it cool off, just for a bit?
