The underbrush of the lush island foliage rustled as an orange lioness prowled through them, seeking an escape from her cubs and even their fathers. She'd gotten herself into trouble now, but she didn't care. Lorendale still had a choice to make, Varg, or Virgil. Which lion should she go with to try and start a pride? The lioness gave a gutteral growl and sat down in a sandy spot, slashing a nearby flower with extended claws and tearing it to shreds.
And then there were the cubs. The cubs from Varg seemed to be strong adults now, and to her disdain one of the strongest was a disgusting pink female. Every pink lion she'd met she hated, and her daughter was no exception. The two cubs she'd had with Virgil were only babies still, but the female was timid and shy. However, her brother acted like his father almost exactly. She saw much promise in him.
Lore almost wished that she knew where the remaining members of her family were to ask for advice, but just the thought of it disgusted her. She didn't need her family, they were all dissappointments, it was a family trait going on for generations. The lioness couldn't help but wonder what happened to her siblings after these years.
