Millie

A clouded lioness isn't exactly hard to miss, and you find yourself padding over to her, inclining your head in a friendly greeting. Her mouth splits into an excitable grin, and she jumps up, charging over to greet you with glee.

"Oh hello! I didn't know we had a guest, it's lovely to meet you! My name is Millie! Oh my goodness, you're gorgeous, your coat is so pretty, and your fur so sleek!" You can feel your fur grow warm under the compliments, and you give her a smile, showering her with a few compliments of your own.

She sits down in front of you, inviting you to join her. You do, and she tilts her head, waiting for you to speak.

"I was told you've spoken to a being known as 'Crimson Rain Sought FLower' before? Could you tell me about him?"

Millie studies you for a moment, before giggling at your serious expression. "'A being'? He's a lion like any of us, silly! He's quite dark furred, and he's been here for a little while. A lot of the old pride didn't think much of him when he joined, since he's not overly large or with a giant mane. Everyone changed their minds after he took on thirty-three separate lions and won, though! All by himself. There were two that backed down but...I don't remember who they were. Why don't you ask one of his daughters? She's clearly his, she inherited his coat colour, she's a Wepwawet, and her eyes, well, they're a little freaky, they stare right through you, but I promise she's not so bad! She's super kind, and she was named after a tree of some kind thanks to her gentle nature."