PRAGUE
a touch of wicked, pinch of risqué
It is no secret that Prague has a habit of performing a disappearing act from time to time.
She is also known for returning at the right moment, especially if the Jungle is at any unrest. Although many Queens have come and gone since her reign, she still wears a crown of loyalty, service, and dignity. She also had another habit of being drawn to Texas, it was a rather irritating tick to have if you asked her but word on the wind is that he is King, once again. They have far too many similarities - perhaps that's why they both love and hate one another. Often, Texas is the one to stumble onto the silver lioness but this time was slightly different, things were on his terms really but she was going mostly for pleasure but anyone who knew Prague knew that business was always on her mind. No title falls behind her name, no responsibilities but it matters not.
She listens to the healing waters rushing down from the Waterfall, remembering a short time when she and Texas would have bathed in it together - a time when their few children were born before a man did what all men do. Her reminiscing was over quickly though as she remembers why she has come and without saying a word she calls for him, her voice soft and alluring - Texas.
As much as he doesn't want to, she knows he will come.