Queen Yaretzi

You walk over, and in a revoltingly casual manner, introduce yourself. Before the lioness can get a word in, though, a sudden realization pops into your mind: this isn’t just any ordinary lion in the pride. It’s the queen. Unsure of what to do now, you stretch your front paws out, and bow your head before her.
A warm laugh tumbles from her open jaws, and, in surprise, you glance up. “No need for such formalities, stranger, you’re just as welcomed as I am”, she greets, then adds: “My names Yarezti”
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Before she was even fully grown, Yaretzi knew what she wanted to do with the rest of her life: raise a family, or at least, that’s what she thought she wanted. . This dream of hers was in a constant battle with her noncommittal tendencies and thirst for adventure that seemed nearly impossible to quench
. Not soon after adolescence, Yaretzi left her birth pride behind, and joined a new one. Unsatisfied with the pride she entered, she abandoned them and journeyed on to find another. Then another, and another. Moons had passed, and she was still without a place to call home. That was, until she met Galan. This pride wasnt unlike any other, but it was where she was forced to confront herself: she was getting old, and the constant moving around was not how she wanted to live the rest of her life. So, she settled down, and before she knew it: found herself queen.