Lions were quite social creatures; at least those close by blood.
The first Queen Niah had two sons left; all of her daughters had died, while her sister only had a daughter remaining.
They were grieving and so together they sat in their lion form grooming each other under the twin moons.
The younger sister made low growls of grief while the elder echoed.
The scene was both a magical sight to behold with the beauty of such majestic beasts grooming each other while releasing low roars filled with heart-wrenching pain, this... Was also a sight of pure grief if one was to only ignore the beauty.
The younger of the two with a slightly lower rank spoke to her sister in their native tongue; a series of growls and low gasping roars, her feline eyes were large and watery to a male it would have been seductive cause his need to mate with this beauty to rise suddenly.
I have to say I loved this chapter.