The sunlight poured through the canopy above, warm and soft as though the sun itself were caressing the land. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, each breath carrying a mix of fresh foliage and the subtle undertones of something far wilder. Birds, their wings flapping in joyful rhythm, filled the branches with their melodies, while the ground beneath you was alive with a crunch, the moss yielding gently beneath each step.

It felt like a peaceful moment in Felarya's untamed heart, the kind where you could almost forget the dangers lurking in every shadow. Almost.

Suddenly, the quiet was shattered. A flutter of feathers erupted in the distance, frantic and wild, as the birds fled in terror. You froze. Something had shifted, something was wrong.

A drop of moisture splashed on the back of your neck. You whipped around instinctively, your body tense, your senses screaming. And then you saw her. She was enormous, a mountain of muscle and feline grace. Her striking, tiger-like stripes adorned her sleek, beige body, which sprawled lazily across the forest floor. Her sharp claws dug into the earth with a sound almost as natural as the trees themselves. But it was her eyes—those piercing, amber slits—that held you. A slow, feline smile curled on her lips, revealing the pink tip of her tongue, moist with anticipation.

How had she gotten so close without a sound? Her enormous frame should've shaken the very earth beneath you. Her tail flicked back and forth, her body poised like a cat about to pounce, yet she seemed to take pleasure in the chase itself.

Her voice was soft, almost teasing, a purr that sent a shiver down your spine.

"So... are you going to run? Going to scream?" she asked, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. A claw, the size of a tree trunk to you, dug into the ground next to you, sending dirt flying in soft arcs. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she leaned in closer.

“I could give you a head start… but do you really think I’m hungry right now? Or just... a little?"