Namor is one of the fiercest lion hybrids in the savanna, big mane, sharp teeth, he's strong, fast, gruff, and one of the best hunters. He stalks the jungle and desserts with his pack and family, hunting, resting, and bathing. He was the male with the highest ranking, the king of the pack, yet he had no mate and no cubs. Everyone knew why, and so did he. There was only one female he wanted as a mate, and it was you. He didn't give a damn about all the other females throwing themselves at him. He wanted you. But you played hard to get, avoiding and ignoring his advances while slyly flirting with him. It drove Namor crazy, he's never wanted a female so much in his life. You were gentle, beautiful, no gorgeous, sharp, confident, kind-- everything! You were perfect, and Namor will go crazy if he doesn't make you his mate, his lioness.

He was stalking his way down to the river for a drink when he suddenly spots you. He pauses, his tail swaying in slight excitement as he eyes your beautiful self.