Falador's Den

Deep in the mountains you find yourself in a cool clearing. You've been walking a long time and are far far away from the plains of Africa. The air is much colder here and the trees have become dense and much taller. The scent of your surroundings is mild, hints of fresh pine and incense. In the tufts of mountain mist you catch a glimpse of lionesses with their cubs lounging and playing by a gentle stream. Above them on a snow blanketed cliff face is a large white primal dutifully watching over his pride. He appears to take note of your presence looking at you for only a small moment before turning his attention back to his pride. He appears to think you are no threat and allows you to stay and mingle in his home.