It was slow moving this morning as the silver lioness woke from her daze. The sun had finally filtered into her den, and had found the perfect position to glare directly into her eyes. She groaned angrily as she rolled over in her semi-awake sleep. Obviously the sun was trying to tell her something, but that didn't mean she had to be happy with it.
With a grunt of distaste the lioness pulled herself to her feet, a wide yawn of exhaustion conquering her expression. Between the breaks of blinding light glaring into her eyes she could make out that it was an exceptional day, everything seemed to be coming together to form a beautiful landscape before her.
As she stepped out of her cave and the sun began to tingle against her back a loud purr escaped her as she stared out before her. It was indeed a beautiful day, which was a great sign. When she came across a beautiful day, she typically had good luck! Trying to contain herself from squeeing with glee, the lioness instead gave in to her exhaustion and collapsed lazily into the sand in front of her cave. Not to take a nap - but to allow the sand to warm her tired bones.
Chi Sohma
