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The world was proving to be a troublesome place. Gjenferd was finding it harder and harder for him to return back to his own pridelands due to the famine going on. Gjenferd found that being in no mans land the curse was not present and he could feed himself just fine.
There were more challenges out here lately with the random spots of darkness and the occasional freak storm. There was something very wrong and Gjenferd didn't have time to ponder these things. The lion was far too busy staying down low and stocking his prey beast. Ahead was an elder preybeast having been shrunken and weakened with age it was abandoned by the herd. A perfect meal the gods had provided. At least, Gjenferd was looking at this as a good omen despite all the warning signs.
Right now things seemed fine and the meal ahead was a blessing. The pale lion focused on these thoughts as he pressed a paw forward keeping his eyes ahead on the target.