Being in some environment where what I can only describe as exceedingly 'arrogant nothing could go wrong Victorian hunter' types were hunting lions - until of course 'something went wrong' and the lions were able to get at the hunters and viciously destroy them. As the last 'hunter' was getting pursued and killed (I may have tried to get him to try fleeing), those of us us seeing this (simply nearby, not participating in the hunting) decided it was well past time to leave the hunting area - I was one who was saying let's go - we left by entering a house from one door, then leaving that house by another exit that opened onto an area outside the 'park', after grabbing some supplies. My companions seemd to be large energetic gamboling cats (mostly black); I think I assumed I was one of them, too. Maybe we were shifters. I recall grabbing what looked to me like 'sieves' and some smaller disks. I didn't see why we should take these things; I have no pack to carry them in and so discarded the 'sieves', just hanging onto the easier to carry disks. Someone else was also there then, more humanoid. We set off, leaving the house. The assumption seemed to be that like the Drashig from the Doctor Who 'Carnival of Monsters' serial, the 'lions' would follow us relenetlessly, just for having been in their area, hence our fleeing. Our party set out,; I saw a long line of people trekking along down a grassy slope. Quite a little caravan (well, on foot).
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