Grrr!
Creatures resembling lions prowled across the land, flashing to and fro the trees, often using the vines to swing around like monkeys. They had flexible limbs, allowing them to perform a variety of actions.
And the most pronounced of them all was their hands, one that constantly morphed in shape according to their needs, resembling monkeys while they shuttled through the trees, turning into the paws of a feline while they ran on the ground, etc.
"Magic Beasts…" The coachman muttered, feeling troubled as he looked at the figures flashing past, "Triple-Foot Chimeras."
"They aren't a threat." The Cartographer said, using his detection magic as he muttered, "There's around a couple dozen of them around us. But there's too wide of a strength difference between us. So, they won't attack us."
