Raen

7/15



You come across Raen, the mischievous tigon of a local pride, lounging beneath a tree. She calls you over with a playful grin. "Hey, you look like someone who knows how to have paw-some fun. How about helping me claw our way into a prank? I've got the purrfect plan to make my pride lose their manes from laughter. What do you say?"


At first, the birth was like any other litter, everything seemed fine. Your proud smile falters as you notice one of the cubs looks a bit different, it's a hybrid. After regaining your composure, you gloss over it and ask about the rest of the litter.

While trying to enjoy a nap, the little hybrid bounces toward you excitedly, asking to go on an adventure. You growl saying to let you sleep for a few more hours. Rán huffs and mumbles about how lazy lions are. If you weren't so tired you would have swatted at the cheeky cub.

You find the young tigon splayed out near water where she looks miserable and is panting heavily. You ask what is wrong and she starts to complain about how hot it is and how she wants to go play in the snuh. You give her a weird look. It feels fine today, and snuh is way too cold to do anything with.

While instructing your lionesses on a hunt, Rán walks up to you and looks offended. Commenting at your inability to hunt your own meal. You correct the hotheaded adolescent explaining that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. The young tigon turns up her nose and struts away. You vaugely hear her muttering about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms." What?