Taking a look at the human by your side you think that whatevers out there.. if it could hurt any of your freinds it could easily take out two like you.. why risk his life for your freinds. You take a few steps into the darkn cavern, picking one at random you move nearly silently, somehow instinctivly avoiding a few piles of leaves on the ground. You stop.. leaves on the ground, why... unless.. you gulp. It must be a trap. You squint to see in the distance one pile has been crushed down. Moving closer you see footprints, small and large.. VERY large. You shake in terror something bad is happening.. But maybe you can save whoever has been accousted. You continue to follow the footsteps, careful where you step. you look at the huge paw prints enough to tell they are feline... and apparently by the gait from a four legged one.. a beast. After another quater of an hour you manage to see a flickering light in the distance, you crawl almost to get closer, noticing the light is comming from a huge door, though there is ample room to squueze yourself under, which you do. and immediatly press yourself to the wall.. This is a very occupied cave system. the room looks primitive, primevial, as if someone had to carve it by paw. The various things on huge tables though tells you it's a kitchen, crude but effective. You remain motionless as you see the massive owner, a crossbread of lion.. and.. well and anthro lion, it is a liontaur, like a centaur but all lion parts. It is humming. You shiver as you look around, in cages around the top shelves are countless living things of varying sizes... eventually you have to hold a scream when you see
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