a strange sight was spotted on the boarder that day. laying in the fading sun and snoring softly. a hybrid was waiting on others to come and had been for some time. not knowing the troubles beyond the boarder. not knowing of two near dead, or maybe dead, members laying past the boarder on which she napped.

a white lioness with wolf ears and a brown mane. two tails, one from both her parents, curled about her as she lay peacefully. the brown on her rump and lower back helping her blend with the dirt about her. the black tipped tails twitching from time to time.

actions | "speech" | attacking