🪻Shekila

Thrown cruelly to a raffle for the highest bidder, this un-named young lioness sat, caged and scared, for she had no idea what was to happen to her. A quiet lion in the back of the lot won her bid, getting handed over the leather lead to the choke collar she was forced to wear. Immediately unlocking the collar and letting it fall to the ground, she was in disbelief. no one had ever treated her with such-
"Follow me if you'd like." The mysterious lion mumbled, seeming to be following orders from an invisible force.
What other option had she? quietly trailing a few meters behind her new owner, she stumbled like a cub learning to chase. She had been in that tight cage for such a long while that her legs weakened.
"We are here, dear" the lion gestured to a hidden cave on the far side of the savannah, amongst tall grasses and holes dug in my meercats.
The young lioness stumbled- "what is to become of me master?"
The older male sighed sorrowfully
"You may live and do as you please, as you are your own lion. You may choose to stay with my pride, or leave to find one elsewhere. Here you will be cherished like no other, do you have a name?
She looked down, upset at the question.
"Shekila" The lion answered as if he were reading. "That can be your name, of my mother tongue, 'kila' translates to hope and prosperity."
She turned to think, questioning her next move.
"I will stay with you.. um"
"Corridor" He answered with a soft smile. "Welcome to my family Shekila."