yes.

            "Can you tell me about them?"

            Oh, my handsome king, they're a terrible pride of lions and lionesses who mistreated me.

            "Mistreated you?"

            When I was alive. You see, they were the reason I died.

            Abel's nose twitched, his claws unsheathed. "I'll kill them all for you. Again and again."

            He could hear the smile in Zuri's voice as she crooned, My love, I would be forever grateful if you could.

            So she told him about the pride, who they were, where they lived, and how effectively they needed to be killed. Abel absorbed her words carefully, already planning out the level of assault when he finally went to sleep. That night he dreamt of a gray lion with a red mane, a lion who had caused Zuri's suffering and death.