"You are not the happy cub nor the one with woy."
-You Jump Hearing The Voice From Behind, Spinning Around You See A Pretty Lioness With The Pelt Of A Ragdoll. Her Stance Is Inviting Though Her Gaze Is Threating Making You Sit Up Right As You Explain Why You're In Her Sight.
"Ah, I see why you must be a cat hiding in between our trees. How foolish of me, but these days you can't be like that of a pigeon."
-She Pads Off But Not Before Inviting You To Follow You Notice How Colorful Birds Follow As A Mouse On Her Head Stares At You.-
"I am Willow seller of individuality for you must see I have things of odd comradery."