Kioni

The sound of approaching footsteps reaches your ears, prompting you to shift your attention toward their source—an approaching lioness. This lioness bears the markings of a seasoned and rugged hunter, her frame bearing the scars and well-defined musculature of experience. The unmistakable scent of recent prey clings to her, accompanied by a subtle trace of heat in the air. You take a step toward her, considering the possibility of making a claim. However, to your surprise, she simply proceeds past you. Oh. Not caring, you decide to trail behind her, but she pays no heed to your presence. Eventually, she halts to face you.

"Hello."

You can't help but attempt to break the ice with a playful tone, saying, "How's a cutie patootie like you doing out here, sweet cakes?"

Her reaction is immediate, her brows furrowing as she emits a disgusted growl. Perplexed by her response, you wait for clarification.

But then, she surprises you with a smile and a faint chuckle, "You blew it, but you're funny. But I'm sorry, I'd rather not have children with somebody I had just met."

You respond with a resigned, "Oh..."

"No, don't worry. You'll find some other lionesses. What's your name?"

You introduce yourself.

"The name's Kioni. I gotta go, nice meeting you (Y/N)."