A/N: This is a story I have not finished yet, and am not sure if I will, so if you could review it and tell me if I should bother feel free to do so, if not consider this story on hiatus. Also, until I have finished the story, I am not sure of the title so it is changeable, you could even leave suggestions, until then, Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I am not the BBC, I do not own Doctor Who, Yada Yada Yada...
A whisper of a breeze rode the air, making the bare branches of winter trees quiver slightly. A red-breasted robin fell through the crisp air gracefully and with purpose, rising moments before it hit the ground. Upon landing softly on the hardened earth, it tugged gently at a worm that had just burst through the iron-like soil. The only sounds were of the strident birds, calling to each other from across the trees. Soft thuds broke the natural, beautiful silence. The resolute robin hopped forward curiously, following the sound of the thuds. It eventually came across the perpetrator, and its inquisitive eyes fell upon a giant. A tweed clad, bow-tie wearing giant. His enormous boots thundered as he took each step, with a voice to match. The robin took off through the icy air and perched on a faraway tree. The giant continued on his journey, with another giant, admittedly a smaller one, in tow. They argued, albeit playfully, with loud voices, that carried across the silence.
"You promised me a beach planet, you know! Oh but this is what happens when you start arguing with your TARDIS, isn't it, Doctor?" the girl said with a sickly sweet smile.
"I'm sorry Clara! But I'm sure we can make the most of this! If we can find the TARDIS…" The man, the Doctor, added in an undertone.
"I just can't believe she abandoned us in a cold field! Well, to be honest, I sort of can" Clara said, remembering the sentient ship that seemed to hate her so.
"I swear, she isn't usually that bad! She liked everyone-"a low, menacing growl rumbled through the air, stopping the Doctor short. "Else" he finished in a soft voice, his eyes darting all around the seemingly empty field. They were on Earth, in a British field in winter, Clara's time. And he was certain that something that growled like that definitely shouldn't belong in a British field. Clara hurried close behind him, looking curious but with a hint of fear etched across her face.
"Uh, Doctor? Do lions live in fields?" She whispered in his ear.
"No" replied the Doctor, as a monstrous beast emerged from the foliage, "But that does."