Ruby

After searching your surroundings for a while, you come across a lioness buried in a nest of leaves, a new cub tucked in against her belly, whilst a few other cubs squeal and tumble around, some older then the others. A broodmother, you note.

The lioness turns her attention to you, baring her fangs in warning and preparing to push to her paws. Quickly you bare your throat and crouch low to the ground, doing your best to show you're not a threat. Taking in her reddish-orange fur and her black patches, you manage to collect yourself enough to explain.

"I mean no harm. Newt sent me, he said you might know more about a 'Crimson Rain Sought Flower'?"

At the mention of Newt, the lioness settles again, still regarding you warily. "He told you Ruby might know somethin', hm? Nothing of much use, I'm afraid. We've all seen him, or at least glimpses.

He prowls in the shadows. For those of us who were here when the old leader ran the pride, we don't know much. Some fresher meat might know though, why don't you try one of the others? If I remember correctly, there's a younger lioness he's spoken to before. She's a pretty pink, with white markings like clouds, a pie I believe. You can tell she's from our sister pride, no one from here has such blue eyes."