Pecan

Born with 812 stats

Pecan sat at the watering hole, wishing something would happen. The regular people here kind of annoyed her. Her pet crocadile sat layer on too of her shoulders, practicing little croaking noises.
All the sudden, something in the air seemed to change, a red lioness walked into the oasis panting from the heat of the desert. A small fox followed her. She was a reddish color with bit of orange. Being the so called leader of the oasis, it was Pecans duty to survey newcomers to make sure they should be allowed to stay.
"Hello." Pecan said, hoping she didn't come off as strange sounding.
"Hello" the lioness replied barley stopped her drinking to look up and acknowledge her. It was eiree how similar her tone of voice was to Pecan's.
They chattered for a little, Paprika was reserved and didn't reveal much about herself other than her name and dropping a few hints as to where she may have sane from. Pecan knew there was a giant pride in the grasslands to North of her Oasis. She encountered travelers from there all the time.
Pecan flopped down next to Paprika trying to keep a casual look as she inspected the lioness. She got a little distracted watching Paprika draw with her claws in the sand. The longer she stared, the more bashful and shy Paprika seemed to become. Her face was ever so slightly redder than the rest of her fur.
It was about then she realized she was making Paprika quite uncomfortable In a place that was supposed to be all about rest. She turned away for a moment, trying to think of a way to make this less akward.
"So, where are you from?" Pecan asked looking directly at Paprika