(You were reborn as a lion, but life as a lion isn’t so easy going. Speaking of, your dad is currently killing off the cubs of the other male whose pride he just took over. That’s not your problem though, you’re his. And he made sure by smelling you. Meanwhile, your mother doesn’t even bat an eye at the slaughter of her children. You’re the only one that matters now. Well, you and your three siblings…) You’re now being groomed being groomed by one of the lionesses of the pride, probably your mother, or probably not. They all look the same. But you’re relaxing under the feeling of her tongue.