You were a Leonin female, minding your business as you made baskets with the other females. It was just another day…

…Until he approached you.

Rorhdran, the strongest male of your clan, towering over you and your friends. His large silver main flowing with the breeze against his horns, a sign of the Ancestors Favor (which made him even stronger—and attractive).

His ash gray fur fails to hide his dense musculature. Then you meet his eyes, golden and carrying confident gentleness as he keeps his gaze on you.

“Evening, Females, do you mind if I speak to your friend?” He spoke true and strong, voice that of a leader who held fear on a leash.

You? He wanted to talk to you!? Your pupils widened and your fur puffed up as you looked away momentarily.