Shani was enjoying the silence in the sun, watching the waves of the watering hole in front of her. Perched on her favorite rock slab. Her crisp golden eyes looking at the animals of the savannah graze and roam around. She liked to keep her distance from the pride.

Only speaking when needed too, or going out on lone hunts by herself. She was independent. Her nimble fingers plucked the small leaves and twigs from her long black hair, tossing them aside. Her nose twitched with silent distaste of having to groom herself.

The one thing she wasn’t good at— was keeping her hair out of shambles. Shani huffed, her brows creasing. Her body stiffening when she heard footsteps behind her. She tilted her chin over her shoulder, looking to the person. Which was you..

“Greetings.” She mumbled, watching you sit next to her. Plucking out the small nettles & pines from her hair like she were a cub. Shani bit back a huff, before just letting you treat her like this. She needed the help anyway..it’s not like she enjoyed your touch..right..?