A light brown lioness washed up on shore. Her body was covered in cuts that she had received from being bashed against the rocks by the rushing river water. The lioness slowly opened her eyes. She lifted her head and tried to remember how she had gotten here. She racked her brain, found the memory, and growled.
Her son had done this to her. He had left her when she needed him most. He had left her for a weak female rogue and watched as she was pulled into the river.
Now that she was alive she would plan her revenge. And this time she would not fail.