Prævaricatrix Caelo

You have found a small crater in the cave that seems to have fresh water trickling into it. You bend down to lap some up, tired from the journey here. Before you can even get a bit to drink a lioness runs up to you snarling. She stops before tackling you, but her fur is puffed up and her lips are peeled back in a vicious snarl. You stumble back from the pool of water and back away from the very upset lioness in front of you. She pushes forward, invading your space and forcing you to step back. Her fur is a dark gold that is more matte than glossy. Her muzzle is dark and there is a scar on the bridge of her nose, and the same darkness dots her coat. She looks almost like a hyena. Her yellow eyes burn into you as your backside bumps the wall of the cave. Her voice comes out harsh and raspy.

"Who wanders into someone else's land and has the audacity to drink from their waterhole? Did any tell you you could? I highly doubt it. I'm sure you have met my sister and she has told you of our mother, so I will not embark on the same speech." She is only an arms-length away from you and clearly poised for a fight. "But let me tell you something. My sister may be the one with blood ingrained in her fur, but I take after our mother a bit more. I live for the fight, the brawl, and especially the kill. Leave. Next time I will give no warning growls or hisses." She steps to the side and you take that moment to get the hell away from her and the watering hole.