Valhalla

You stumble upon Valhalla standing in the middle of a slow moving stream. Her back is to you in the twilight night. You can’t see her face; all you hear is the slow splashing of the water. Her head bobbing down to the water every now and again. You don’t think anything of it. You believe she hasn’t seen you yet, so you decide to sneak up on her and play a prank. You crouch down behind the shrubs and rocks by the waters edge. Valhalla starts to slowly walk out of the stream, you take a chance and race to her; your tail high and a smile on your face. Your expression changes very quickly when you aren’t sure if you are looking at Valhalla or not. She or it, turned around so fast and pinned you to the mud. You suddenly remember that Valhalla doesn't have a big mane or even a tail. You shake this lion off and get to your feet, ready to attack this outsider. When you see familiar eyes, but an ever more familiar bobtail. Valhalla starts to laugh, you can hear in her laugh she is close to tears. “Wow I got you good!” She shakes a little and a male lion's pelt falls from her head and back revealing the lioness you know. You look a little closer at her fur and see she has blood on her face and body. “Who was this?!” You point at the pelt, slight fear in your voice as you look from the pelts now eye holes to Valhalla’s black eyes. She picks the pelt back up and puts it on once again “oh don’t worry, he was unworthy of you.” Your jaw drops as she walks away into the now dark night. How many more unworthy has she taken?