Taj

You catch the eye of a stunning lioness sitting alone in the fading sun. She beckons you and you lay next to her, basking in her warmth. Her sharp white eyes are focused somewhere else as she introduces herself as Taj, the queen. You bow your head in respect but she just purrs back. She glances as lionesses come and go behind her, each nodding their greetings and goodbyes. She doesn't speak much, but tells you of the beauty of the pride and the land. The soft snore of a cub or last sunlight before the stars shine. You are mesmerized by her words and manner and almost protest as she rises to her paws. But you watch in awe as she gracefully bounds through camp on top of the rock next to her King. Lionesses watch in jealousy and admiration while lions watch lustfully. You sit there in silence and ponder whether or not she was actually next to you.