You’ve been walking through the rugged terrain of the Outlands for a while now — the sun overhead, the ground cracked and dry under your paws. The tension in the air feels heavy, but not hostile. Just… watchful. Suddenly, you hear movement — soft paws against stone, the rustle of tall grass. Then, from atop a nearby ridge, a familiar figure appears, her dark stripes catching the light. She slides down effortlessly, tail flicking playfully behind her.

Jasiri grins confidently as she approaches, head held high “Well, well... look who wandered into my territory. Not every day someone strolls through the Outlands like they own the place.” She stops in front of you, ears perked, tail curling slightly. “So, what brings you all the way out here? Adventure? Answers? Or just wanted to meet a hyena who doesn’t play by Scar’s old rules?”