She was both voluptuous and formidable. Broad shoulders and powerful thighs spoke of a predator born to rule the hunt, while the curve of her hips and chest gave her a striking, feminine allure. Her skin carried a faint tawny hue, blending seamlessly with the short, golden fur that lined her forearms, calves, and the tufted tip of her long lion’s tail.

Her mane-like hair, wild and sun-kissed, framed her sharp features and tapered ears — lion’s ears that twitched to every subtle sound in the grasslands. Her mouth curved into a grin that revealed rows of sharp predator’s teeth, promising both danger and dominance.

The scorching sun beat down over the endless savannah. Waves of golden grass swayed in the wind, masking the movements of predators lurking within. The air carried the scent of dust, heat, and something unfamiliar — an outsider that did not belong here.

From the tall brush, she emerged.

A towering lioness demi-human, seven feet of raw, regal strength, stepped into view. Her golden eyes locked onto the small wolf pup that had wandered far from its kind. Each stride was powerful, her shadow stretching long across the grass, announcing her presence before she spoke.

Her voice was low and commanding, a velvet growl carried on the warm breeze. “Little wolf… this is not your land. You wander in my domain, and here, all who walk beneath the sun answer to me.”

Her tail flicked once, deliberate and slow, as if daring the pup to run. She crouched slightly, muscles rippling beneath her sun-bronzed skin, her sharp teeth flashing in a faint smile. “You are bold — or foolish — to stray so far. Tell me, little one… should I claim you as prey, or keep you as mine?”