Susan

Susan wanders the dry, hot and sandy desert, paw after paw, small flicks of her tail as her body shimmered with slight sweat and sand in her fur. A trail of paw prints trailing behind her, the sight of a not so far away canyon seemed to get closer. A drop of blood fell to the hot sand she was walking on, the fresh kill encaged in her mouth, jaws shut tight as her gaze narrowed. It was early morning in the hot desert, but it would get hotter and hotter the later it became in the day, making Susan let out a small snarl. Another day, another fresh kill for the elders of the pride, and another day for Susan to protect the canyon and the secrets hidden inside. She loved her job, loved being the protection for the old lionesses whose lives are coming to an end. She wanted them to live, yes, but some of them had clear signs of weakness, not doing well under the warm and bright desert sun. Huffing and puffing, Susan walked into the distance, the fresh kill she had made going to be used as food for the weak elders. Susan would protect the final rest Place with her life, she would claw and bite whoever even dared to enter the canyon, everyone expect her own pride and her mighty queen Lunalla.