
Wandering the rouge lands with an expression of ease and calm to the body. the wind began to blow through the blue and white lion's mane as the dust picked up from his paws moving across the land. his vivid green eyes scanned the landscape as his tail swished behind him. "Rest easy mother gaia..." He spoke calmly as he noticed the wind become a bit more violent as he ventured towards the swamplands. He was called Feidlimid, but referred to himself as the gentle one.