Nova walked on through the dry Savannah, the limp in her step noticeable to all the animals watching her through weary eyes. She had lost everything. Her home. Her daughter. Her king. She looked battle worn and tired, the look in her eyes was either pain or anger or both, but none could tell. A leopard cub watched her from the long grass through curious eyes.
"The hell you looking at brat?!" She snarled, roaring at the cub so it retreated back to it's mother.
Nova had to catch her breath then. That roar had taken it out of her and she knew she would have to rest before long. Up ahead she could see a small tree which would provide her shade and a good look out post. The young lioness limped over to it, the pain in her leg getting worse with every step.