Lavender Cemetery
You've been walking for an awful long time, exhausted from the journey. It's only when you feel a brutal crunch of bone beneath your large paws that you're awoken from your nearly mindless trek and your attention is brought down to the ground. Surrounded in this endless field of purple lavender, you have stepped on an ancient skull belonging to that of a cub. A noise from beside you adds to the surprise, an achromatic lioness who had been lounging out of sight now having sat up, watching you with an amused tilt to her head. She beckons you closer, all sorts of trinkets surrounding her paws, and she speaks in a gentle whisper. "Ah. Please, keep your voice down and watch where you're stepping. I don't want to disturb the rest of the cubs."
