Shyla

The grey lioness is anything but dull. On your arrival Shyla's excitement is palpable, the lioness buzzing with energy. The cheer seems consistent over a front to lull one into a sense of security. One generally uplifting story after another until a smile twitches at your muzzle or she's told to stop. At some point it comes to you that this lioness is guiding you. She seems to be veering you away from the smallest cubs and hoarded items with a smile and the king of the pride doesn't seem to be in sight. Come to think of it, the only males you'd seen seemed so lax they might as well been subordinate males to whoever was king.

Not the worst of scenarios, it wouldn't be the first or last lioness you'd fought if it was some bizarre trap. But you had a purpose coming here and eventually you have to ask in some way or another. In her general good mood, she affectionately mentions she is the queen of the pride and runs it with her 'puppet' king, that she is the gem of the old kings cubs, and is the offspring intended to make sure the blood of her founders kept the pride strong. A...unusual philosophy. But to each pride their own. The king himself doesn't seem to fuss over this lineage nonsense with a fairly firm acknowledgement that it's important to her and the pride as a whole that came before him. Her attitude still seems genuine and when you come to conduct business, it is always her and her cheer that greets you.