Zira paces back and forth on the dry savannah bordering the vast Pride Lands. The bright sun shone down relentlessly on her bare fur as her tail whips in agitation. Her plans were getting foiled and she was being outwitted at every turn, which irritated her more than anything. Nothing seemed to go her way lately. "No more! I was born to be a leader. A queen!" she thinks to herself. Then she spots someone she could use to achieve her goals. "Perfect." she grins, baring her teeth.