Steven the Cannibal

Walking around the strange lands of this pride you stumble upon a forest covered in snuh? Even though December passed already! Going forward you stumble upon lion remains, blood stained snow and scarred, fallen trees sometimes even stumbling upon half eaten lion corpses of various sizes from small dwarfs or teens to adult primal skulls and bodies that stared from the branches they where impaled into, blood and death was a lingering scent all over the forest but the smell of the pines and winter air was much stronger.

In a clearing surrounded by old pines you manage to spot a winged lion playing with a human cub, as a lioness watches from afar as the two threw, rolled and bounced a lion skull into the frozen ground. The male looked brutish with scars marring his entire body.He looked like he barely got out from the claws of beasts trying to eat him.

As you approach the tussling and playing stops as the man cub shields himself behind the lion wich shakes his mane with a charming smile,wings unfurling a bit giving him an intimidating stance."A visitor! Such a pleasant surprise. Came here to have a chat or join me for dinner?Or maybe some unfortunate soul that looks to take over these lands? If thats so than i must stop you. If you continue i might take...severe measures." He says darkly his red eyes twinkling dangerously awaiting your move, his smirk never leaving his face.