There will be blood

Mæva was lost. She'd gone out exploring and ended up traveling farther east than she'd meant to and in an effort to get around the many water ways she'd gotten herself lost. Her heart was hammering in her chest but she had the sun to guide her and a general direction to go in. She needed to head west. From her vantage point up on top of the falls she could spy the foggy mist of the swamplands she'd traveled through earlier.

She heard growling close by and decided it was time to get going but as she maneuvered downwards he paws slipped on ice, frozen over the rocks as she went sliding down through the snow straight inot the backend of a lion. Startled, the lion sprang into the air, twisting around to stare at her. Mæva scrambled to her feet. Well, shit.