Goma

As you wander the territory, Goma locks eyes with you just next to where you normally take your afternoon shaded naps, right beneath a marula tree on a soft, grassy hill. She sees you, you see her, but she still scampers off with her tail tucked, and, as you get closer to where she had been, a messily-weaved flower crown of honeybush lays on the ground where she was. What a thoughtful gift, you should thank her for it next time she lets you get within 5 feet of her!
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Weatherday had been awoken from his peaceful slumber by Fire Mage, a princely visitor from Moira's pride. The orange lion was in shambles, shaking with tears in his eyes, which, admittedly, was a surprising sight, after all, since the start of his visit, he had been utterly stoic the whole time. Fire Mage lead Weatherday outside the camp, and back to the marula tree hill, where a figure lay silent.

The air smelled of Goma.. But also of death, as you approach the lioness, unmoving on the ground, you already know what's happened. It was hard to see, after all, Goma had been the eldest of any lion in the pride, still remembering the days when King Firefly ruled, they had been best friends, even. Weatherday saw that next to her was yet another flower crown of honeybush, and let out a sigh. He told Fire Mage to warn the rest of the pride, and decided that Goma should be left here, after all, it's a lovely spot for any lion to finally rest.