Lesedi glanced over his shoulder and watched the small group of sleeping lions in silence. Their Captain had chosen a few of the youngest Reavers to take turns in guarding the Stormborn band as they neared Pirate territory and the tawny lion had somehow managed to get assigned the first shift. Lesedi found it all rather unnecessary as he believed only a fool would attack the iron-blooded lions but he supposed there was no need to slip into an ambush simply out of carelessness.
The moon had danced her path in the sky and Lesedi decided it was time to pass the role of sentry to another lion. His eyes rested on the one the Captain had told him to wake when his shift was done. It was a young lion like himself but Lesedi didn’t really know him all that well but he did know he was also one of the Warlord’s sons. However, because he rarely joined the gossiping circles, Lesedi wasn’t really sure if he was trueborn or one of the bastards – if he had to guess, he’d go with trueborn. In the end it made little difference though.
“Arik…? Wake up. It’s time for your shift.” He called out to the other lion, hoping he wouldn’t mind the shortening of his name. With a paw, Lesedi gave him a light but firm shove.
