The Mumbling Paradise

The forest was endless, bright, and antique. Its canopy was claimed by Cedar, Redwood, and Alder, with rays of light bursting through their crowns allowed for a range of shrubs to reign the fertile soils below. Bundled branches waved from every tree, and a range of flowers, which clung to any space they could find, added colorful variety to the otherwise emerald lower level.A cacophony of sounds, most belonged to rummaging critters, reverberated through the air, and were backed by the rustling of the leaves and branches of the tree tops in the wind.

You find yourself walking to a clearing, where you see a lion proudly watching over his clan. He sees you, and with respect, he greets you and shows you around. He firmly states with a low but oddly calm growl that, in his pride, we respect everyone, and if something or someone gets out of line, the huntresses will remove or fix the situation.