^Viridiana

The morning was brisk, much like the other mornings on the Savannah. But one thing was different within her peaceful pride. It was silent, too silent for her young cub self. She yawned and that's was when the pain began, it was like a wave. A wave of shaking pain that coursed through out her young and strong body. It was only then when she felt the thick and fowl smelling blood that was around her. Then she remembered, her pride was dead.
'My pride is dead' the words replayed though her head, it seemed almost not real. But it was, she looked around, there were a number of other bodies around her. One shape in the corner was larger then the rest, her father's body was there. His long mane was stained and ripped.
Although she felt the breathing of a lion in her ear. She held her breath so she wouldn't gasp. She felt a heart beating at her back, and the large paw that laid across her flank and stomach. The smell of blood mixed with the new smell; a male lion's scent.
She tried to move but she felt the grip around her body was tightened. She was alive, but wasn't the only one. The rest of the adolescent females of the pride were