Xavia

Xavia approaches you and starts licking your muzzle, cheek and ear. You obviously should look your best today.

While all the other members of your pride seemed to avoid the river near your lands, Xavia enjoyed swimming playfully for hours each day, always returning with sopping wet fur. You had to admit, it was pretty impressive to watch her dive under the water, and you could always admire a nice pair of strong muscles at work.

You apparently ate something bad last night, and you just flop on the ground. Xavia comes up to you and asks if you want anything. She brings you some grass and water, and sits next to you until you feel better.

After instructing your lionesses to go out on a hunt, Xavia walked up to you and looked offended at your inability to hunt your own meal. You explained that the females of the pride are the ones who kill prey and provide for the pride. Xavia turns up her nose and struts away, muttering under her breath about "useless males" and "outdated societal norms". What?

Xavia seemed down today. When you asked her what was wrong, she looked up at you with sadness in her eyes and asked why everyone treats her so differently.

Xavia noticed your mane was looking a bit dirty and tangled, so she offered to groom it for you. You quickly declined, saying you'll take care of it later on your own. You still had a bald spot from the last time Xavia cleaned you with their barbed tongue.