Nabila Siti had been traveling for quiet sometime exploring the pridelands, she was growing tired of the rogue lands. It was hot and dry there and in her opinion there simply weren't enough trees. Siti paws padded across the soft green grass as she continued to walk with her back toward the sun.
She was surprised that she had not met to many lions on her journey, but Siti usuallu slept in a tree, up high and safe, at night and traveled during the day, prefering to hunt at dusk. She was not your typical lion and sometimes a bit backwards, which contradicted her ladylike persona.
Currently she was looking for a place to get a cool drink and had yet to come across a waterhole, river or anything of the sort. She was becoming tired and hot, she of course did not recognize her surrounding and decided that she should rest for a while.
Nabila lay down in the cool grass, rolling onto her side and allowing the grass to cool her side.
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