A curse has washed over the land, causing the rainy season to arrive early, but there is no savior in sight. Witness a realistic fiction about the demise of prides and its savanna, as well as the rise of a new as it becomes too wet to cope.
The light shone through the gloomy clouds, giving the greening land an orange tinge. The lionesses had never seen anything like it before, some of them moved out of the small group, splashing in the puddles, while others held back, unsure of what lay beneath the thicker grasses. These females venturing out were typically younger, having not yet reached their first estrus, thus they were more... daring.
A bellow erupted from the grass, forcing them all to rise up at about the same time, hackles raised, roaring, and claws sheathed. A crocodile had jumped out of the abnormally deep puddles snatching the venturing lioness. A female and a few others raced in, frantically striving, but failing, to remove the young lioness from the crocodile's jaws. A fatal death roll was executed not long after they were captured, rippling the water wildly and possibly tearing the cervical vertebrae from their spine killing them instantly. Some appeared to only watch the turmoil unfold due to a lack of bond with the younglings.
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As can be seen here, Behati was not alarmed for long before she sat back down to continue to watch. She probably knew these adventurous lionesses would not last long, but she did not warn them, as she wanted them to learn for themselves. The cruel reality of the Savanah ran through Behati's veins. She was like this with all of the lionesses she had ever known, and they always learned the hard way, if at all. After a long and hard fight, the crocodile receded, but it was much too late. The light of the moment ceased very quickly, and the little ones came running back quickly in pure fear, yet none of the females comforted them. They had to comfort one another as they watched reality unfold. For those who tried to save them, they were standing around staring at the wet earth on which the mangled body was lying, panting softly. Behati glanced at the other lionesses. It was as if she was almost disappointed in all of them for wasting their time.
After much nagging from the others, the younglings sought Behati's comfort, but all they got were met with were snarling teeth and raised hackles, so they ran off and consoled amongst themselves. Behati looked at the crowd of younglings and slowly rose, walking toward a small off-to-the-side group that nuzzled her as she blessed them with her presence.
