Staring at you with wild and distant eyes, a young blond lion beckons you closer. You notice his scarce mane is filthy with underbrush and tiny little bones as a makeshift fashion. He leads you to a humble little hut to show you goods he is willing to trade for those gorgeous silver beetles.. You're not quite sure where he managed to find all of this stuff, but something tells you it's best not to question him.
Not interested in trading, Do not message me.