Large paws dug into the earth with each step the lion took. His hardened gaze came to rest upon the Vault that lay beyond the dens. He was always watchful, overprotective of the treasure. He felt it was his born duty to keep it safe at all costs, for he was fiercely loyal to his leader.
An itch fell upon his ear. Not wanting to reach his foot up to scratch the annoyance, he shook his head. His ebon mane filled out rather nicely as he did so, giving him a more dominant appearance. His long form stretched as his claws withdrew from their hiding place in their sheaths to stir the loose earth beneath his toes.
He began to make his way toward the dens to examine the New Bloods. He kept a straight posture, making him look rather daunting. He wanted to give off an aura that told others he was there solely for business, and completely ignored any female that might have been in the area. It was not time for games, rather time to see who would be in need of training to serve Pirato.
