Isis Atira [G3]

Our story begins on the outskirts of an open African woodland, in a small disused cave, in the heart of the territory of quite a sizeable pride of lions. It was late into the dusk, and many nocturnal senses were becoming increasingly active. The deep gutteral roar of a lioness echoed into the approaching night, pricking ears in the surrounding bush. Some may even have chanced pestering her, had she been alone, but the unmistakable second voice, higher and smoother in it's pitch called out. They were the voices of pridemates and fellow huntresses, Ghali and Ninth, and they were uncomfortable. Rain began to spit as the sky darkened further and the girls huddled a little further into their cave. Both of them were experiencing a particularly stressful labour.