Rough felt Valor's nuzzling touch, full of promise, her tongue on Rough's cheek.
Rough was carrying the first cubs of the pride, cubs she had let Hardy sire on her—but although affectionate to the young male still, Rough had retreated to being more a sister to him than a mate.
Valor too was part of the struggling pride, a beautiful lionesses and a breathtakingly good hunter. Sister to the cub trying to make the pride his own.
Rough could stomach being named as one of Fearlesspride, so long as she was with those she already cared for—and Valor.