Pride of the Serangheti. A lion pride RPG *Needs members*

She walked to a spacious, yet cozy, den. It was warm, the sun was on the rock most of the day. The floor was lined thick with pelts, making it soft. There were soft vines growing over the front, waking it protected, and soft moss grew on the walls. "How's this?" she asked.
Layla's eyes grew wide. "This is mine?" She asked, looking around.
 

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