Laea

You are wandering the Dry Savannah, looking for a meal to take home back to your pride. Under a shaded, dead and dry tree lays an enchanting pure white lioness with a soft expression. She does not take notice of you until her head slowly turns into a tilt, catching eye contact. The lioness rises to her paws, turning to you with wary eyes in case she was warned to tread away. You lower your head in a sign of contempt neutrality, shaking your luxurious mane as she stood before you.

"I apologize for traveling into your borders, o' King. Forgive me for my impartial act. I am Laea. I journey for my pride in search of water due to The Drought. I will leave shortly." Her head dips in apologies. As she turns to leave, her tail brushes under your chin as she ceases into the distance. One issue being there was no pride in that direction, which left you to concern. The only territory there died out years ago. You are able to watch her quite far into the distance to her pure white pelt. The only thing you wondered from that meeting was 'The Drought,' the mistress had mentioned. It might have been an event of her "territory" only, but maybe it would encroach upon yours.