Isis

Slot 11 is White Taper — does not look good, don’t add

Isis is the ancient Egyptian goddess of magic, fertility and motherhood, and death , healing and rebirth.

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Cirdan is on his usual patrol. He sees a dark pelt under the searing sun. Narrowing his eyes, a barely audible growl escapes his lips. Too close. He picks up his pace to a brisk trot to meet the intruder at the border. As she comes into focus under the waves of heat, he slows. This isn't the typical foe; her head is bent, her muzzle nearly brushing the savanna grass as she walks along. Her shoulders seem to sag. This isn't normal fatigue; her soul itself seems to be struggling.

Cirdan chuffed at her and she lifted her head to greet him, already prepared to be chased away. "What brings you here?" He demands, but his voice is softer than it should be. The lioness spoke softly, but crisply, "My pride took me in and my king..." Neck fur bristled and Cirdan bared his teeth at the mention of a former King, yet she continued, "Cherished me for many years. But the poachers frequent out territory, and the prey...the prey became scarce." She looked away for a moment to collect herself, and Cirdan noticed her rib cage protruding out of her pelt now. "I loved him, but he didn't need two more mouths to feed..."
Cirdan raised an eyebrow and his eyes widened as she moved the brush underneath her with her paw to reveal two tiny newborns. He paused for a moment and stood in silence. He slowly shook his head and tore his gaze away from the cubs to look back at her. Her eyes were sad and defeated. He knew that his King wouldn't be happy with this, should he bring her back...but she was a beautiful lioness, and she needed their help.
"What is your name?"
"Isis."
The name stuck with him almost immediately. Her king must have cherished her greatly to give her such an important role. He sighed and looked back towards where the pride was resting in the shade, then back at her.
"I don't know what he will do with your cubs...but..."
Isis covered her cubs protectively at this and Cirdan decided he would do his best to protect them, too.
"Follow me, Isis."

You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Isis and ask her to do it for you. She laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust her to say what needs to be said.