𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳

Dirt cakes your fur as lightning roars in the distance, you give a huff your soaked fur almost making it hard to walk forward. Fatigue grows faster in your bones with each step and its not long before you succumb to it.

Body colliding with the marshy underground you quickly assume its the end, that you have strayed too far and you will now pay the consequence. Closing your tired eyes you take a deep breath in; rain, dirt and the smell of ozone is all your senses pick up. Even you don't have your distinctive scent anymore, its all been washed away- like the marshlands themselves have claimed you as theirs.

A concerning amount of time passes, until your body seems to unstiffen. You open your eyes and smack your lips finding the taste of water on them. A figure looms above you and a uncomfortably wet mist covers the area.

"Well hello there," a large slightly emaciated lion hunches towards you. The mist escaping from their mouth as they unhinge their jaw. Empty black eyes stare at you, before tilting their head. "Are you alright?" A deep accent erupts again slightly catching you off guard.

You try to get up but your body still clings to the earth, which the lion quickly helps you, preventing you from falling. The black wraps decorating his body seem to grasp you, giving you a sense of comfort.

"Do not be afraid, I'm Harrier and I will help you."