Milk

The first primal born in the pride , miraculously without any breeding items to help. As she matured she was given the honor of protecting any future mutated cubs.

Milk gives a soft purring sound as a greeting, and moves over a little so you can lay down beside her.

You were pacing back and forth, frustrated at losing to a puny hyena earlier. Suddenly Milk comes up to you, and softly tells you that no one is thinking badly of you for it. She soothingly kneads your mane.

Your lioness eats the bark, more or less agreeing with your decision of terminating the pregnancy. She has not grown attached to the litter yet, so she won't mourn, however she needs some time before she is in heat again.

Milk is lying on a nearby rock and gets up from it to greet you.

You find Milk on an outcropping observing some other lions playing below with a gentle smile.

Although being up so high in the tree made her heart race, Milk kept her head together and focused as she climbed.

Milk hides in tall grass as she watches the other cubs playing without making a sound. She takes in every sight and sound.

Milk proved that oftentimes, just keeping a steady pace really DOES win you the race! She left the other cubs behind when they got tired and slowed down.

Milk waited a long time to pounce on anything, then put a lot of power into one great leap.

Patiently, Milk waited until her opponent started to get bored, before rushing at them.

Atten~ Brawn