It had been roughly a month since Shema's mother the Queen of the Roolings had died protecting her child to the bitter end against the lions. The lions had wanted Shema's life for she had gone out on her own into the forbidden lands; she had jeopardized the survival of her colony by being so foolish to go out on her own. It had been night when she had set off on her own in disregard to the curfew that had been put in place. Shema had wanted to know why it was forbidden to go there; it seemed silly that such a large chunk of land was being wasted. When she had got there she saw so many fruit trees, there was so much food that four thousand roos could eat there. Yet when she began to look around she felt very cold, not from the weather in the place but from something spooky about this place. Her instinct was telling that she should run away from this place and return back to where she came from. She ignored the feeling and pressed on further into the eerie silent land. Eventually she discovered why no animals came here when her foot had touched something hard during her last hop, she knew it wasn't grass. When she look down she gave a small scream, all around the ground below in every which direction was a pile of polished white bones. These bones were those of not just Roolings but of other animals too.