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-Past Greeting-You cautiously approach the den mother from before, not wanting to cause her any ire you settle yourself a decent length away, watching as she tended to the cubs at her belly. Her tail flicks as she barley glances at you in aknowledgement, the cubs squirming away from her nuzzlings. You can't for the life of you tell whose cubs belong to who in this den, all varying in sizes and colors and all nestled into litters that don't quite fit them. You swear ever a submale in the back has a little nestled into his stomach, napping contently. Finally satisfied she turns to you green eyes expectant. You rush a greeting and explanation for you visit, hoping if you speak fast and quite she will show mercy. She lets out a long sigh, "I am Ime, stranger, Queen of this pride. Your welcome here until dark, any longer then that and I will not control my lions." Her head gently lowers next to her cubs and her eyes slide shit, signifying she is done with you."
-Current- The regal lioness rests in the back of the tiny cave, curled around a scrap of fur and other odd items. She appears to be sleeping, but the submale beside you shakes his head, sighing at his mother's lack of response to your presence. "She is mourning, I fear she will never not be." He speaks softly to you, trying to lead you away from the miserable ExQueen. You gaze at her unkempt form in pity, such a shame when a love dies.
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