You walk close-ish to the lion pack with your bucket of meat. Although you belive you had befriended them, you wold not like to temp fate. Unfortunatly, they expect their food in the same spot every time, so you have to comply. You put their meat down on the ground. You notice all of them looking at you, but you expect its just from the food.

Suddenly, one charges forward and, before you can react, knocks you over onto a conviniently placed rock, and you're out cold.

Sucks to be you.

You wake up with a throbbing headache, only to realize you were...