Scout #3 - Listner Giza

Giza was the name she had taken.

She was marked at birth; a disgrace to the family line, and cast out.

Suckled by a black panther mother who took pity on her, but told she had to leave to find a life of her own when she was old enough.

It was tough, and painful, but Giza was tough as well, and no stranger to pain.

Lions would chase her off their territory, hunt her as a prize, called her a freak...and a demon.

One group of lions chased her well beyond the bounds of their territory, and thoroughly into the next. Eventually they caught up with her - they would have killed her, too, if it hadn't been for Jivu.

The grey lion with burning white eyes charged Giza's attackers like a rampaging bull, roaring at them to leave his King's territory or face their pride's wrath. They fled without a backward glance, of course...cowards.

Mellowing, he turned to Giza with a warm smile, offering her food and shelter. She didn't know what to say; this was the first lion who hadn't judged her, and he had offered her sanctuary without a second thought. Was this paradise?

Apparently it was, and with a quick word to Achilia, she was accepted into the pride; her tree-climbing skills made her a fantastic scout.

And she's been with them ever since.

Giza means 'darkness' in Swahili.