Everything seemed to happen so fast, a blur of motion, and a sickening 'CRACK!' A roar, and then suddenly wind in her hair, and she was within a large room. Mora looked around with large blue doe eyes and blinked slowly as if not believing what had happened. The woman hadn't seen the lion, nor really gotten a good look at who ever rushed off and to safety, all she knew was that her journal was missing, and there was a warm bath drawn and steaming waiting for her, along with the soft and growing aroma of cooking meat wafting from beneath the door.