Introduction

You brush past a clump of over-grown bramble, the thorns snagging against your fur and skin. You exhale angrily and continue on your patrol, grumpy and irritated.
Suddenly, the thin, scraggly path you're treading upon widens into a road of sorts, pressed into the earth by the footsteps of many lions. You continue out of curiosity.

The path leads to a broad meadow swarming with lions, some carving primitive pictures into bark, and others splattering pigmented juice onto wood slices.
Your head spins with confusion. Before you can back away into the familiarity of the forest or roar to announce your arrival, a young lioness appears by your side, her wide crystalline eyes staring at you with friendliness. "Greetings, O' lion. I'm Shimmer. Are you here to purchase some art from me?" she inquires with a grin. "Oh, how perfect! Follow me," and without another word, the lioness spins around and heads to a crowded spot by the edge of the jungle.
You, not knowing where you are or what everyone's doing, follow hesitantly.