Rosy Blue

An odd lioness can sometimes be found roaming the edges of camp, lackadaisily frolicking under untrampled tresses of grass in the dim dusky light. Although her ears are a smidge taller, and her height a bit more pronounced, and her bounds a bit more powerful, she's really just like any other lioness... if that lioness were the perkiest, most energetic lioness around!

Rosy Blue, ever the daydreamer, wanderer, and chronic basker in the specific sunning spot that someone else wanted to take, is a kooky, but beloved presence in the Damaralands. No one knows where exactly her long fur sprouted from, or why her teeth just won't file as short as everyone else's, but one thing's for sure. She's the chatterbox at the fresh-kill pile, the light of the morning patrol, the giggle in the corner of the room... life without Rosy Blue simply wouldn't be the same!