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Coming up to Rosie seemed easy. She was a dwarf. Little legs, not fast, can'tgo anywhere... she was an easy target. Slowly,
the rouge male creeped through the tall grass his eyes locked on the rosie lioness ahead of him. She was groomingher coat, tiltingher head back running her tounge over her lovely fur. Her cub, Aurora was nestled beside her. She was too little to be joining the other cubs her age. This would be easy, a two in one. The rouge slolwy crept forward his head lowered to the ground. He bared his teeth and let out a primal roar launching forward. He didn’t get far.

As soon as the male leaped out of the tall grass, Random, the pride's queen shot out at him. She was stronger then him. More agile and had a better grip with her long fangs. She held onto his neck twisting and crushing whatever she could. Blood splatteredacross her face and neck as she tackled the large male. Rosie and her cub quickly fled to the other dwarves who rushed to meet her. Athena spoke first, her eyes wide with worry. "Are you hurt?" She asked nosing her friend and truned to Aurorawho seemed frightened.

"No no." Rosie responded with a weak smile. "No we're okay." She spoke with wide eyes looking back at their queenwatching the felis tear open the other male. She ripped at his throat and sliced open his sides. Random was a sweet queen. But when it came to outsiders... she scared the pride with her fierce behavior, but no one challenged her, and they were thankful she didn't tear into them.