Then, Imara stood up, and stretched. Yawning, she padded towards a flock of antelope. She pounced onto a antelope, biting it in the neck. She dragged it back, picked out a leg for herself, and lay down to eat.
Imara looked up at her. She smiled. "I think I have a problem," she said, licking her paws. "Both King and Hasshi like me, but I don't know what to do," she said.
She sat. "Well, that's kind of a lucky problem, isn't it? Who do you love, Imara? I would you rather be with forever? Who do you know better? And most important, who would give you the cutest, best cubs?" she asked, giggling at the last part as she playfully poked her friend's belly.