The night had fallen upon the land of Fiora, its silver darkness pierced by the radiant glow of two moons hanging high in the sky. These celestial orbs bathed the forest in an ethereal light, casting enchanting shadows across the land. In the heart of this magical realm lay the base of the Gold Mane tribe, a bustling hub of activity as its lionkin inhabitants prepared for the impending battle against their rivals, the Silver Fang tribe.
The soft, warm light of oil lamps danced across the scene, illuminating the ongoing construction of vital infrastructure. The air was filled with the joyful sounds of lionkin villagers, their laughter ringing through the forest, a harmonious blend of song and dance as they swayed to the rhythm of their celebration, wooden cups brimming with intoxicating brews in hand.
