“Oi! Bad lions!” A voice barked in the distance. The lions, once circling you, had dissipated, their claws falling as they pounced away.

A figure ran up to you, and bent down to pick you up. They brushed the hair out of the way and observed you.

“Wait… You’re a human?!” The girls voice quivered slightly, as if you being a human was out of the picture. You look at her. She’s wearing a… lion pelt and leaves around her waist and chest? She lays you down touches your hair to make sure you’re real.