Sour Dough Bread's Den

Backstories written by Pink!Lemonade (#425039)

The rays of the Summer morning filtered through the woodland setting of the lionesses pride, waking her up to the heat. She lumbered over to the nearby creek, groggily lapping at the gently flowing water to quench her morning thirst. It had been a tough year on her pride, a freeze during the harsh Winter which had ultimately, yet unfortunately killed their king, forcing her to take over the leading role of their now only female pride, a situation that was rarely heard of.

The mottled flecks of her coat were perfect for camouflage in such a dense area, making her brilliant at stalking and ambushing, her attitude helped as well, always pushing her lionesses to be better, teaching them the skills of the forest, having grown up there from just an adolescent after her mother abandoned her pride to escape poachers.

Hunting had been plentiful during this season, deer and elk moving from other areas to risk drinking at the creek nearby the pride, having been forced to abandon their instincts just to quench their ever increasing thirst each day, creating easy pickings for a pride such as theirs. Bellies full and minds content for the day, they found themselves unsure of what to do next, they couldn’t help but wonder what a male lion would do, probably sleep.

An eventual boredom filled the hyperactive lioness, deciding to explore their territory further, bounding over fallen logs and silently padding through soft grass, sniffing at rabbit burrows and letting out subtle huffs at the flies that tried to land on her nose, but she found herself at something new, a fast flowing river, one with such vigour it swept rocks and stones from the bank so quickly she could hear them whipping throughout the water, cautiously setting a paw into the cool liquid, finding the flow of the river to be much harsher than she had initially expected, deciding no to find a way through, instead walking up and down the edges of the fast flowing stream, eventually stumbling across a fallen tree which allowed her to cross safely, wandering onto what she assumed were some dilapidated human ruins, sniffing around the carved rocks to find any lingering scent, finding almost none other than a small trace on a tool nearby. The find had made her think about her own family, not the one she had built, the one her mother had abandoned, which led her to the decision to never allow any cub of hers or her sisters to succumb to such a lonely fate as her mothers.