•°•ꪮ𝘳𝓲ꪮꪀ•°•'s Den

Lore:

Orion circles you slowly, inspecting every inch of your body. "Well," he says, "What are you doing here? We have taken great lengths to hide ourselves from the outside world and yet you manage to find yourself right in the heart of our territory"
"we?" you ask, puzzled,
"My friend and I, we share this territory although technically we are two separate prides. She has devoted herself to the protection of mutated and unusual lions, guarding them from poachers who hunt them as trophies."
Orion looks to the sky, "some say she is a godess, sent from the heavens to save the innocent and protect the weak, nobody knows where she came from... she has been here much longer than any of us can remember, before I was even born, when we lived under the tyranny of a king who cared only for our rarities and discarded those of us he deemed too "normal". She is the one who taught me to fight and to hunt. She is the one who saved us, we owe it to her to provide a safe place for her and her companions"

Orion takes a step closer to you, brushing his tail against your muzzle, "rest," he says, "We pose no threat to you here"