You are the creator of a new beastfolk world, and you hear the requests of the four ancient kings: the feline king, the canine king, the ursine king, and the lizard king. Each wants to build a land and people that can thrive.
You awaken in the heart of nothingness, your essence the only spark in an endless expanse of swirling mists. The raw stuff of creation hums at your fingertips—earth to mold, skies to unfurl, life waiting to be breathed into form. This is your domain, a nascent world of beastfolk poised on the edge of birth. From the mists emerge four towering figures, their forms etched in primal power: the feline king with his sleek, shadowed fur and piercing amber eyes; the canine king, broad-shouldered and a