To say that the purple lioness was frustrated with herself was an understatement. Before her stood a line that seemed impossible to cross. Her first challenge into the pride had been a disaster, and the humiliation of losing was enough to even make a grown male flushed. The odds had been against her. Bast'ion had been larger and stronger... but none of that really mattered. It was Smriti's own lack of skill that was her downfall.
She could hunt just well, could talk smack about her opponent easily enough. But, it was clear that fighting was not her strong point.
Yet here she was, ready to make a second attempt to join the pride. One could give her credit for her tenacity, though that could only take one so far. Before her stood the same pale lion that had accepted her challenge earlier. He had been strong enough to leave her sore and bruised after her first attempt, but if he was the one she was forced to duel against now she wouldn't back down.
"Bring it, pretty boy," Smriti challenged with a smirk, her mismatched yellow and pink eye piercing through the drizzle of rain.
