Hecate

As you pass through this arid savannah, you notice a cloaked lioness with several hyenas around her. All of them feasting on a rhino carcass together. "That's odd." You think as lions and hyenas are enemies in every part of the kingdoms. You are brought back to reality from your drifting thoughts as the lioness snaps her head from the carcass. Her amber eyes glowing from under her shroud and looking directly at you. You wince back a bit, the quick movement startling you. Before you can think about her, you notice the hyenas that were feasting with her are now also peering at you. Not with curiosity, but something more... It hits you. You know the stories about the traveling lioness in these unclaimed lands. You recall a story your grandpaw once told you, "A lioness with caracal bones rattling in the dark, a shroud with a skull of our own covering her true face. Nothing but her glowing, amber eyes could be seen from the mist of the shroud. She snatches cubs while their pride members are asleep. It is rumored that she uses them in her rituals. . ."

You don't care to remember more, the thought alone makes you snap to your senses and bound off elsewhere, far, far away from here.