You come upon a tree from which colorful feathers hang on bits of dried sinew and vines. There are even a few bottles strung up that way, capped with wadded up grass and containing live insects. As you stare at the odds and ends, the branch directly above your head shakes a little, making you look up into a pair of bright eyes. A completely white lion sits above you, awkwardly perched on a well-worn branch, one hind leg dangling off the side, panting in the heat. His face breaks into a lopsided grin as you notice him. "Take your time. I'll be here."