A young lioness watched this exchange of words and friendship. She growled lowly, a sort of jealousy in her. How she longed to have a family, she was orphaned as a cub, a hunter killed her father and mother. She had recently lost her first litter to another aggressive lion. She was waiting for the pride members to leave the water pit so she could quench her own thirst. She was still wet and miserable from the storm, but waited patiently in the long dead grass.
(( ooc- I hpe this is okay ))