The Fort
You stand in a hilly region strewn with various fruited trees, pleasant-smelling shrubs, redden rock, and grass. In the distance you can see a huge lake and to the south a fort sits amidst an overgrown field of orange and yellow flowers. Clouds of white smoke puff out from the top in a slow lazy manner. The temperature is quite cool, the sky is mostly clear with a gentle wind blowing. You make your way up to the fort in an unhurried pace, these lands are peaceful so long as you don’t beholden yourself a threat. Many lionesses and cubs of various colors and patterns sit or lie watching you make your way to the fort. The occasional smile or greeting making their way to you. At the entrance you are greeted by two subordinate males, one with a wind swept fluffy mane, dark brown with vitiligo, and a small bird resting in his mane. His sharp blue eyes are focused on you. The other is much bigger with grey striped coat, black/red mane and a snarky type of smile that reaches his sea-foam eyes. After a loud muffled huff is heard from inside the tent they both move aside, granting you access.
