Milk

As you chat with Chocolate, a figure blocks the sunlight pouring into the den. You turn around, pleased it's not Devana, but the small white lioness, Milk. She joyfully welcomes you back and nuzzles your head before laying down in her own nest. You don't usually see her outside, so you ask why she spends so much time in the shadows. Milk says that with her albinism comes an unfriendly relationship with the sun. You'd be surprised how much a lighter lion would get sunburned, let alone one as white as Milk.