|Vok:Scrolls of Eventuality |

As the Pride was gathered around the bonfire they were cooking up dinner to sustain warmth.The cubs heard a odd jingling sound once again.Maybe it was that little deer again or maybe it was some monster coming for them once again.Some of the lions ears pricked up in curiosity as it had gotten louder.Some lions didn’t hear it at all that night but still those bells were ringing as hard as they were in the animals polar express.The lions who heard it pounced up in awe of the beautiful music,their eyes glued to the magical galaxy soaked sky.They all slowly started to move into a trancelike dance and wouldn’t stop until the ringing.Their movements graceful as they guided a pathways for the guardians giving angels their wings.Because Every-time a bell rings a angel gets their wings.And today they all goth their wings as then ringing stopped the lions gracefully returned back to their normal lives.