[:] Suspicious Hideaway [:]
A shady-looking lioness is tucked into a shadowy clearing, pacing irritably and muttering to herself. When your presence is made known by an uncomfortable grunt, she whips around, a fear-stricken expression flashing on her face. After a few seconds, her wary appearance melts away into a more sinister one.
She stretches dramatically, motioning to a small burrow, covered with tree bark and reed grass. She pulls it back with a claw, revealing wares that are dubious at best and grotesque at worst. Pelts, herbs, a finger of… something. You can tell you’re not supposed to be here, and the way she keeps cautiously eyeing over her shoulder every few minutes provides no comfort. She opens a paw to the objects. Suddenly, she speaks, her voice hushed and thick as oil. “Your choice…”
