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"Hey," Gaspard said, his voice low enough to where only the dark lioness could hear him. This quiet, his tone had a softness that only ever met Evren's ears. "Relax." He bumped his mate's hip with his own as he watched her. The tan lion had already proven himself to enter the rank of Scar. He had seemed at home here the moment he crossed into its borders.
Evren, though, seemed nervous. She furrowed her brow, giving the lion a sideways look. "I am relaxed."
Her words were met only with a roll of the eyes and a breathy laugh. The dark lioness leaned against her mate for but a moment before stretching out her muscles and giving each of her limbs a good shaking out before turning towards the lions around her. It had been so long now since they had left the Burkuteshti. Their children had grown. They had seen so many different places. The war seemed like it was lifetimes ago. Sure, the couple still sparred together, but that was just one opponent. What if she had gotten rusty? What if she wasn't ready?
A steadying breath left her. There was only one way to find out. But who to challenge?