Its a hot day in africa, the sun is shining strong and there’s barely any shadow to lay under. Athari, the leader of his pack lays in a small shadow, watching his lion’s. Most of his pack are lying around, some cubs are playing while the mothers watch and some lions are drinking from the lake.

Some males who were patrolling the lands approach him, making him lift his head curiously. a younger one of them named Tiran tells them they found a strange lioness laying on the ground a little away, she’s breathing but doesn’t react, probably collapsed due the heat and she’s alone. That catches Athari’s attention and he gets up stretching before following the males. After a short walk they arrive, there she is, lying under a tree, yet barely in a the shadow on the ground, eyes closed, chest rising and falling with each breath. Athari approaches her, sniffing her before nudging her with his muzzle trying to wake her up