Hecate

As you pass through the arid Savannah, you notice several hyenas savagely gnaw on what seems to be bare bones, dismissive of those around them. Upon further inspection, you notice a cloaked lioness watching over them atop a flat rock.

"That's odd." You ponder, knowing of the long-standing war between the species. You are brought back to reality from your drifting thoughts as the lioness snaps her head from her disciples. Her amber eyes glowing from under her shroud and looking directly at you. You wince back a bit, the quick movement startling you.

Before you can think about her, you notice the hyenas that were feasting with her are now also peering at you. Not with curiosity, but something more... It hits you. You know the stories about the traveling lioness in these unclaimed lands. You recall a story your grandpaw once told you, "A lioness with caracal bones rattling in the dark, a shroud with a skull of our own covering her true face. Nothing but her glowing, amber eyes could be seen from the mist of the shroud. She snatches cubs while their pride members are asleep. It is rumored that she uses them in her rituals. . ."

You don't care to remember more, the thought alone makes you snap to your senses and bound off elsewhere, far, far away from here.