Storm Dancer

Verndari approached the lioness. He looked down upon the three nursing cubs, Smokey glanced at him with pure fear. Was he going to kill them? To her relief, he sat down and lightly bumped his head against hers. A loud grumble grew from his throat. “Someday, these cubs may bear this pride's next king.” He explained. Smokey felt it was unfair to keep these lions for... projects.
She held back her protests of anger. There were many lions in this territory that belonged to these sick projects. Smokey knew that they weren't treated the same as the main pride, hell, even her dedicated group wasn't treated with the upmost respect! “I will allow you to name them. I favor the one with the red belly, I have high hopes for her.” Verndari purred. “Unfortunately, your bloodline has tainted theirs. That shouldn't be a problem, though.”
Smokey looked into Verndari's softened eyes, and then back down to her cubs. She felt a small pang of anger when he mentioned her bloodline. I swear on my life, these cubs will teach their cubs that there needs to be change. Only then will there be justice within the prides. She swore to herself. (7/6/20)