Feralflight

Feral was trotting through the near by marshlands that neighbored her kings territory, she by far was the most unique looking lioness in her pride, yes there were other primal’s but not one had been born that looked like her. She prided herself in her exotic look, and she wasn’t the only one who found her interesting. See, she is not alone on this walk, her king, was walking right along side her. He had told her he must confess something to her and when they found a small clearing, he declared his love for her, and asked her to be his queen. She had agreed with a warm smile on her muzzle.

Several years later

Feral laid stretched out along the tall grass, aged but still vibrant and full of life. Her king being long dead left her a widow, she sired one cub to her king and one cub to the new king that succeeded. She remains a prominent head of the pride, well known and deeply loved by her pride mates for she remains steadfast on feeding them in her aging years.