

Loyal followers, a rare chance lies before you! Solve this riddle, and the king’s visage shall be revealed to thee. Here is your challenge:
A mother’s loss, a cunning plan,
The cycle begins anew by a rival’s hand.
Triggered by nature, not by her will,
The call of life is relentless still.
Her cubs are gone, her sorrow vast,
Yet nature compels her to move on fast.
A rival strikes, his lineage to stake,
And so her body prepares to mate.
By seasons or strife, the moment is clear,
A primal signal all creatures must hear.
The cycle renews, fierce and unkind,
A force of nature, both brutal and blind.
What is this state, both ancient and strange,
That governs the wild in its endless exchange?
Solve it, and the king’s face shall be thy prize! With - @lucasmorenx