Night Market
As you're exploring on a night like any other, wondering what to have for dinner with your pride when you get back, a strange scent fills you nostrils. More like a mix of them, really. Since curiosity never killed the lion, you follow it, reaching a seemingly dead end by a cliff until you catch a gaggle of adolescents skittering away through a narrow passage on the rockface. Isn't that one of yours? Hmm, you'll have a talk later. For now, you carefully descend until the waves splash at your paws less than a meter below, and a cave mouth looms before you. Inside, you're met with a large cave lined with colorful stalls. Lions of every size scurry around them, bartering with the sellers that smelll of sea salt. Maybe you'll take a look around?
