Prowling through the night, a scale-patterned lion made his way through this new terrain, his mind and focus set on one thing. A score to settle with one wicked feline. And the only clue he had to their whereabouts was the path of the sun; following where its rays burned and melted into the distant mountains. He just hadn't realized how far those mountains truly were.
Peering around cautiously, Lia took note of these foreign lands. They were eerily quiet, and seemed like an abandoned territory, despite its potential. But even that was a mask, his senses alerted to him. For the smell of other predators was fresh and potent in the air.
Whether he knew it or not, his travels would prove a trespass if he continued in this direction...
