A single swing slashed through the vines blocking her path. The winged lioness carried a pair of curved daggers in addition to the crossbow on her arm. Her stomach growled beneath her tawny fur, she hadn't eaten in two days, but she could go a little longer.<br/><br/>There were a few kinds of plant life in her mane of golden hair, and even her red-gold eyes had trouble seeing through the gloom. She kept her white wings close and twitched her tail in annoyance.<br/><br/>At least the trees were far enough apart to allow easy passage. In fact they made room for much larger creatures than herself. She was sure she'd heard such creatures at least a dozen times, but she'd neither seen nor smelled another living thing all night.<br/><br/>"Decaro, when I get out of here I'm going to enjoy skinning you," she growled to herself. "Bastard."