After a while, hushed whispers became riddled with giggles and snarls, until eventually the two lionesses refocused their attention on me. I’d only known Zariana for a very short while, but it didn’t take long to surmise that she was as mad as she was eccentric. Her ears flicked constantly, as though they were being continuously tickled by an unseen spectre.
Cautiously, I began to probe her about Pangreana and the way that things worked here. Fortunately for me, she wasn’t shy about sharing both information and food. She offered a myriad of snacks, so many that I began to question whether I was a guest, customer, or the prize turkey. I took my chances and put it down to Pangreanan hospitality.
Thankfully for me, Zariana was just as intrigued about my world as I was about hers, and equall
