Parinita had placed herself on a low, flat rock in a central area of the pride. At a glance her eyes looked closed, but she was watching the goings on in the pride. From just the right angle it was possible to see the glint of her eyes under nearly closed eyelids. And if that wasn’t enough of a clue her ears were a dead giveaway. They moved with every sudden noise. To say that she looked approachable was a gross overstatement, but if someone needed her they'd know where to find her.
And until someone did she listened, watched and thought things over. One issue in particular kept nagging at her constantly. The act of producing an heir. It was expected, sooner or later. She extended her claws and tapped them against the rock, completely ruining the illusion of sleep or meditation.