Bombyx munched and chewed away at the leaves he'd found and plucked a few minutes ago before heading towards the challenge area. The green lion tossed his mane from his eyes and spit out some of the abundant, fragrant saliva.
"Hey! Reavers! Who among you will accept my challenge?"
The concept of battling his way into a pride was a concept far too appealing to pass up. He'd been lurking around the borders, trying to form the best plan of attack to win his way in.
