She hunts for her pride, shouldering the responsibility of so many mouths to feed.
She never stops. Not when it rains and not when it is sunny. Day and night.
Only when the pride is gone, does she rest. Does she breathe. But a lioness alone is dangerous.
When she is under attack, outnumbered and scared. Her scars show that she has fought before.
She will fight. She will win. She has to.
Then her enemies cower in fear. For she is no longer alone. He is there.
Behind her, he remains her shelter. Her solace. Her protector. She no longer has to fight.
His roar is mighty and scares away her enemies but he only purrs for her.
He would never hurt her.
In Him, she finds peace and can lay among the stars without fear. He is watching over her.
Always.