Devon

A lioness approaches you with graceful strides. The many jaspers that adorn her orange shawl gently reflect the light of the harsh sun above. “Welcome to our pride. I am Devon, one of the pride queens. Amongst the beautifully scenic savannah that we call home, you’ll find our family. We’ve stayed here ever since the first king Zatu started this pride on the land. I’d love to talk with you while sharing a bontebok with you?” Some cubs bounce along your side and shout greetings and questions as you follow Devon to a pile of freshly killed food.

You approach the newborn cub, Devon. Such a wee fragile creature will soon grow to become a beautiful queen.

5 moon young Devon is playfully prancing about amongst tall grass. A few of your pride’s other cubs sequel in glee as the follow Devon’s lead. She shall make a queen in no time.

Devon has reached the age of a flightling! Her training begins and she learns to balance her princess duties with her personal friendships and hobbies. Prey has been copious and new herds of wildebeest have been taking refuge from the hot African summer by your pride’s flowing river; all good omens following Devon’s rite of passage.

Devon’s coronation for queenship is held during Summer Solstice. Her pride mates adorn her in shawls, jewels, skulls, and flowers. Your belly fills with pride remembering the playful and gentle cub that has now grown into a strong and kindhearted lioness.

When you come near, resting Devon makes a little coo in her throat, then rolls over to show her belly. She blinks slowly at you and coos again when you groom her.

Devon rests in a very adorable looking pose and lets out a purr-like sound when you approach.