Beau

When this cub was born, Dereliction paused and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. He had loved a plain lioness, sure, but this cub was absolutely blank and boring to look at. Everything about her was plain and yellow, except her skin, which resembled a piebald lion's. As the young one huddled beside her mother and suckled for the first time, he mulled over his options. He could kill her. No. She was Silige's daughter, his daughter. He could send her to a nature reserve. The thought brought forth an unflattering snort. And leave her to the filthy humans? There wasn't a chance. He could abandon her to the giving tree, where another would pick her up.
He looked at the cub, studying her brown spots that would dissipate as she grew. If he abandoned her, she would likely be murdered or sent to live with people. He rolled his eyes and settled beside his queen. He guessed they would keep her around.
As soon as he had begrudgingly made the decision, the cub bopped his nose with her minuscule paw and grinned, eyes still closed. Dereliction chuckled and shook his head, giving the cub a loving lick.


Chuckling, Beau runs towards you and rubs her head under your chin, then runs away to prance around.