Horror was painted across the furred faces of the pack, their mangy pelts bristled as they stared at the massacre of forest in front of them. They had been envisioning a lush forest, full of trees and life. but all they found was a desolate wasteland that reeked of humans and their machines.

A large german shepherd dog raised his dark black head, curling his upper lip in a disgusted snarl before speaking. 'Move ahead. The humans are not here.' His voice was raspy, and he panted between words. the entire pack was breathing raggedly, their weary, mud-covered limbs protesting as everyone forced their numb paws to move ahead into the unfamiliar territories.

Their subtle pawsteps prompted the nearby wildlife to flee into the small undergrowth, although none of the dogs paid any heed to the sounds of branches cracking as squirrels scrambled to hide.

Despite the strong bitter forest air whipping at their faces, the dogs could not ignore the repulsive stench of man. their ears were erect in subtle wariness, bristled fur stood up in matted clumps, clinging to the dog's pathetic half-starved frames. whiskers twitched in the cold air of autumn as the dogs followed one another, their dark eyes flicking over the undergrowth as if they expected something to leap out at them any moment. The heavy weight of their paws made the leaf-littered floor below them crackle; every noise lead to the tensing of their muscles as the dogs waited for an inevitable encounter.

You shiver, the thick snow covered your paws and fur, a harsh storm beginning to stir across the entire snow lands. Wincing, you search around before noticing a small dip in the snow, and you hastily run towards it to avoid the cold.
As you run into the tunnel, you glimpse shimmering objects in the corners of your eyes, but thought nothing of it, too focussed on finding warmth.
Reaching the end of the tunnel, you curl up under some brambles, letting out a sigh of relief at the sudden warmth of the area, feeling the frost melt on your paws, quickly falling into a deep sleep..

You wake up with a jolt, something sharp jabbed you in the ribs, and you could hear hisses and snarls from around you. Stammering, you get to your paws, blinking the sleep from your eyes to bring the attackers into focus
The lions around you were sleek-pelted and tall, with large paws and pelts and furs cloaking their bodies, most likely to keep themselves from the cold. They all seem to pause, looking at each other and muttering, before one of the lions stalks up to you and snarls, 'State your purpose here, trespasser.' The lionesses behind them growl in agreement. Your ears pin in confusion, the lion in front of you smelled like a lioness, but she- they- had a mane?! The strange lion senses your hesitation, and gives you a fierce smack on the face with their claws. Yep. Definitely a lioness. The lionesses around her suddenly gave a roar, and you backed away slightly, were they going to attack..?
Just as you were about to surrender, a sharp, cold roar rang throughout the cave, you saw the lionesses pause and back away, their ears pinning and tails between their legs..
You feel something behind you, looking around in fear, your fur standing on end. The air felt rigid and cold now, the silence only adding to the suspense. There was a small echoing laughter around the cave, and you spot the faint, dark figure of a lioness in a corner. The figure moved slightly, and you could see a dim blue, fiery light emitting from their tail and eyes, a shimmering moon crystal glistened on the figure's furred neck. The lioness rose to her paws gracefully, her fur was cloaked with large furs and feathers, some parts still dripping with blood, there was a blue fire on the tip of her tail, and her face was painted with bright blue flower dye, one of her eyes were fully blind and cloudy, yet still fixated on you. She'd seem to loom above you, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. You saw a flash of her claws for a moment, then a brief sting of pain before everything went black, the last thing you felt before you went numb was the searing pain of the rocks against your head.