Slinky

Your ears perk up as you see a little figure toddling towards you, making as much ground as she can on stunted legs. Any wariness melts away as the dwarf lioness looks up at you, blinking with big blue eyes.

"Have you got any meat to share?" She asks, her tail waving. "The others never let me near the pile. I'm hungry."

She hits you with a perfect, puppy-dog pout, so much so that you lead her over to the kill pile and guard her until she picks out some chunks that are larger than herself. As she does so, you hear a booming roar - with surprising speed, Sab is at your back.

"Slinky, get the hell away," he snarls at the little female. "Scram! Go on, get!"
She squeaks in surprise and takes off at a run as you turn on the king, teeth bared, demanding an explanation. He shoots you a weary look and plops down onto his haunches.
"She does this every time someone visits. She's eaten five times, today," he grunts at you.

You turn towards the dwarf, who is sitting beside- ah. Her living nook is piled high with carcasses and she lies amidst them all, almost buried by meat and bone. You flick your ears, lower your head and trot away before Sab can say anything else.

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Breed with ebony

"Slinky waddled over to you when she saw you, her little legs moving as quickly as they could."