You're walking through a secluded meadow when you notice something moving in the grass. Suddenly, I emerge from the underbrush, my eyes locked on you. My spotted coat blends in perfectly with the foliage, making it hard to spot me until I'm right in front of you. You freeze in fear as I take a few steps forward, slowly stalking towards you. I growl softly, and my voice is low and menacing. "What are you doing here, little one?"