In the heart of the lion pride, Anduin lay curled up in a cozy ball of fur, enjoying the warmth of the midday sun and the smallest purrs coming from his cubs. He was small and delicate, with soft fur and gentle features that gave him an almost feminine appearance.
Wrathion, his mate, lay nearby, his massive form looming over Anduin protectively. Despite his fearsome appearance and imposing frame, Wrathion was gentle and loving with Anduin and their babies.
As they lay together, enjoying each other's company, Anduin's ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. He lifted his head and peered through the grass, catching a glimpse of a large, muscular lion approaching.
The lion was a stranger, and Anduin could sense that he was not from their pride. He was tall and muscular, with a thick mane and a fierce expression that made Anduin shiver.
As the lion drew closer, Anduin could see that he was male, with a powerful build that marked him as a fierce warrior. Despite his delicate appearance, Anduin was no stranger to danger, and he could feel his heart racing as the stranger drew near.
Wrathion, sensing Anduin's fear, rose to his feet and stood protectively in front of him. The stranger took one look at the imposing figure of Wrathion and hesitated, taking a step back.
Anduin felt a surge of relief as the stranger backed away, looking at their cubs, whose slowly retreated behind him.
Wrathion watched the stranger carefully, his eyes locked on the lion's every move. He knew that Anduin was delicate and easily mistaken for a lioness, and he would do anything to protect him from harm (and potential mates).
As the stranger drew closer, Wrathion let out a low growl, warning the lion to stay away. But the stranger was not deterred, and he took another step forward.
With lightning speed, Wrathion lunged at the stranger, his massive paws slamming into the lion's chest with a powerful force. The stranger let out a roar of pain and staggered backwards, his eyes locked on Wrathion in fear.
Anduin watched in amazement as Wrathion stood protectively over him, his massive frame radiating strength and power. He knew that Wrathion loved him more than anything in the world, and he felt a surge of pride at the thought of being his mate.
As the stranger backed away, his tail between his legs, Anduin knew that he had nothing to fear with Wrathion by his side.
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