AstoriaFallen
Pallas was proud of herself. She'd made a fine kill. It was a swift hunt and swift kill. Now she was walking back with a plump deer dragging between her legs. It had been a long haul to get her catch back to those who needed it. The white female set her burden down to let her jaws rest and looked at the outskirts of the main area. She didn't see anyone she knew right away. Time to make a new friend then.
When she saw another lioness walking by, she called out. "Sister, I see you. Won't you come over and join me for a meal?"