You stumble upon an oasis. Everything the desert lacks is there; water crashing down three sets of hills, trees as green as emeralds, and plains that stretch further than heaven. As you take a step further, you notice a orange-red lioness' hazel orbs focused upon your form. As you turn to head away from her, you can see that she isn't snarling in territorial reflexes, but rather is smiling like she's known you for years. "Hi there," she smiles as she closes the gap between you two. You want to leave, so you take a few more steps away. She seems hurt by this, as her brows wrinkle up and her paws stretch out again -- almost as if she wants to grasp you. "N-No! Please don't leave! You look tired and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you leave here without at least having a rest," she practically begs. You think to yourself, 'Why is she so willing to help someone she doesn't even know?' before you face her once more. The fact that you're not giving any more indication of departure brings the same smile she had when you arrived back to her face. "My name is Gzifa, but you can call me Zifa or Ziffy -- everyone else does here. Please tell me you'll stay?"