Amber eyes track every movement from the tall grass. Silent. Focused. Deadly calm. Vitani crouches low, muscles tense beneath her dusty golden fur, barely making a sound as she stalks the figure in the distance—you. She doesn't know what you are yet. Not fully. Not a friend, not a foe. Not until she gets closer. Her breathing is steady. Trained. She’s no ordinary lioness—she’s the leader of the Lion Guard now, chosen not by birthright, but by strength, loyalty, and sharp instinct.