Sad Song Of The Wind

As the piebald king carried her to the border of his territory, she could practically feel his exhaustion. He was old- even she could see it. He left her in a thicket just inside of a strange territory. After nothingness for hours, she began to adventure. She clambered atop a stone incline, only to be face-to-face with a group of five huntresses. One of them, a rosette who she later learned was named "Dormouse that escapes death", offered to take her to their home and present her to their king. Of course, she couldn't say no. She was just a cub. This lioness giggled mischievously once they were away from the four other huntresses, before breaking out into a sprint. She'd never gone this fast before! Is it something only huntresses can do? Before she knew it, the landscape changed, and the huntress slowed to a trot. Into her view came a massive tree, as tall as fifteen lions and with branches that stretched out for what seemed like miles. A piebald lioness stood tall and ethereal before her, smelling like rotted wood and flowers. She grunted, and forth came a smilus king. They exchanged a look and he dipped his dead; welcoming her to her new home.