Kafara was lying down in a small, hidden den, holding a little male cub in her paws. That’s when a large, pridelander lion padded in.

“Hello, Goyan.” Kafara muttered, her voice icy and cold

Goyan flicked his tail as a greeting “How’s the cub?” He asked.

“Good. But, what pride is he in?…” she replied, looking down at the small, light brown cub