Sylwanin

Born 12/17/17 into RedxRover #99830 pride - 25th Lipomatosis in game

Father (Sire) - https://www.lioden.com/dynasty.php?id=48980 - Beo
Mother (Dam) - https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794110770744 - Khaz
60% fertility at time of lethal birth--last litter, 1 cub.

- Added Ebony brawl 100% slot 10 on 05/19/19

Name loosely translates to "Good despite her looks" in Na'Vi

When Sylwanin; The Gift darts to Grandpaw 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀 with a small rodent in their jaws, Grandpaw 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀 tells them how wonderfully they'd done, and says they'll make an excellent hunter in the future.

Sylwanin; The Gift wanted to play "Lion, Lion, Hyena!" with their siblings today, but they were pushed out of the group and teased for being a little crycub. You were about to go over and see if they were okay when Grandpaw 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀 arrived, telling the little cub not to mind the others too much, and that he would be happy to play instead. Brightening up immediately, Sylwanin; The Gift clambers up onto the great lion's back and the two go off to play elsewhere, while Grandpaw 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀 tells an interesting story about meeting a lion called Apedemak... or was that Apollyon?

After Sylwanin; The Gift was pushed into the mud by an elder sibling, Grandpaw Béo was the first to pick them up and give them a bath. Even as Sylwanin; The Gift sniffles, Grandpaw Béo gives them some good advice on what to do next time.

Khaz had never been a very superstitious lioness. She knew things happened when they did because that was as nature intended. The old lioness was too jaded to believe in such nonsense.
"It's bad luck to eat the stomach first." Her pride mate told her once, as they were having dinner. Khaz had rolled her eyes, maw covered in viscera and continued on.
Maybe she should have listened. Khaz had never been a superstitious lioness. Until now. All those silly little intricacies her brood-sisters were worried over--a locust in the den meant a hard hunting year. Never hunt on a full moon. Fast before a meteor shower. All these things and more she'd paid no heed to. Perhaps the biggest taboo, and her biggest regret, was having her cub so late in the year.
Winter cubs, it was said, lived the hardest lives. It was bad luck to have a cub born into the white snow of the world