Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

The lion’s den! Jasmine gasped. She had only heard of mountain lions - had never seen them - but rumour spoke of the terrors they were. Firm warnings to stay away. But the gentleness and casual way with which Heda spoke of these lions, well, it filled Jasmine with a shadowed sense of curiosity.

But they would not go tonight; Jasmine felt Heda’s smile inspire her own, and she glanced at the sky with a thoughtful look.

Hmmm, no one had ever asked her this. Where would they go? I like weird things. Weird, but like. Still pretty. And wild places, her smile grew, I like running and feeling the wind in my fur. You got anywhere here like either of those things?