As you wander into the dimly lit cave, the flickering glow of a fire casts eerie shadows on the rocky walls. Curiosity pulls you deeper, revealing a makeshift wooden shack nestled just beyond the cave's main mouth. Assuming it’s empty, you step inside, but your heart drops as you hear a throat clear behind you. Startled, you turn slowly, your lantern slipping from your grasp and shattering on the ground. The light spills across the floor, illuminating a striking sergal, his fur a fierce blend of white, red, and black, who stands with a Winchester 1873 carbine aimed directly at you.

“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my cave?” He asks, his voice low and steady, echoing slightly in the enclosed space.