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Big cats were travelers. They liked to walk and wander. Taiga was no different. The lioness allowed her giant, snowshoe paws to carry her to parts unknown from time to time and today they did just that.

There was old blood here. She could smell it in the very soil. Ruby eyes drifted from this relic to that and Taiga wondered just what had happened here. Some of the ancient pieces were small, but others were much larger. Time hadn't fully eaten them away just yet. Big or small though, the feline had no idea what they were or where they had come from.

As the cat meandered leisurely across this unknown space, her gaze landed upon a wolf. A speckled female that seemed to be inspecting this strange place just as Taiga was. "Interesting place," the black, grey and white lioness rumbled conversationally. Would the wolf run upon seeing the giantess as some did or would she stand her ground and speak?

"Taiga"