Camellia🍂

"Ugh! The gossip! I'm so flipping over it."
You're catching a drink from a secluded clean lake that's a part of unclaimed territory. Lifting your head as you hear a voice, your gaze catches the scene of a redish lioness's striding angrily towards the water a little ways away from you. You wonder who she's talking too...? Herself, perhaps?
"No, Keshna, I'm not overreacting," She speaks to a small shrike bird that flutters in front of her face, "Literally everyone misjudges me! I may have a bit of RBF I admit, but I can't help it!" She flops down by the waterside, dangling a paw over the edge as her chin lay down on one of her front legs, "Why can't I have a good reputation like my mother? Why do lions just assume my personality before even talking to me?"
You're "literally" so intrigued by this female-she understands bird language? However, you think it's best not to intrude on her private conversation-even though she's speaking quite loudly. Nevertheless, you weren't planning on staying long anyways, so you turn away to leave. Maybe you'll bump into her again when she's in a better mood?