He was running. The moon was high in the sky, and the forest had returned to its mystical side. His feet crushed the dead leaves that strewed the ground, without making any noise. A successful feat thanks to his wolf instincts and years of training. Usually, the comfort of the speed from his running was normally enough to clear his head of dark thoughts. The smell of the wilderness comforted him and made him happy. But it would seem that today nothing can console him. Disclaimers: I don't own anything more than the plot

A young lioness. She prowls the Savannah, swiftly killing prey and fighting clans of hyenas. She watches prides from afar asking the stars why she was never granted one. A lion. Leader of a large and powerful pride, whom mates none. A elderly Guardian, battling herself within, struggling to hold on to sanity as she watches her beloved traditions fall turning the world into a savage mess. This is the story of a lioness as she makes her own way through the ailing world and fights to save it.