The Pride Divide · Y/n story by @Dclover

The sun was beginning to sink lower over the savanna, painting the tall grass gold. Near the far edge of the pride’s territory, two lionesses stood watch.

Cleo

standing tall on a smooth rock, her posture straight and regal Nothing moving on the eastern ridge.

Ari

sitting beside her, tail wrapped neatly around her paws The wind is shifting from the north. It’ll carry our scent toward the watering hole.

Cleo

Good. Let anything out there know this border is guarded.

Ari

You’re still standing too close to the edge. If the wind shifts again—

Cleo

I know the rules, Ari. I was born in this territory too.

Ari

huffs softly Just making sure.

Neither of them noticed the faint, familiar scent of their mother drifting across the wind far behind them, moving toward the heart of the pride’s resting grounds.