Desmodus

Desmodus had worked for every bit of his middle-classed position. And he would have to work harder to become a high-ranking lion. He had completed two out of three of the Three Feats, gut-wrenching tasks that determined a lion's place in The Pride of Morning Sun's social ladder. The first task was the easiest. It included finding the location of all the prey that would feed the pride in the months to come. The second task was a bit harder. You had to find and bring down a hyena, which was no easy feat for a young lion. The last task was the hardest of them all. You had to find the great tree of spirits and find all of the artifacts hidden around it's massive trunk, which was no easy feat.
Though Desmodus wore the pelt of a jaguar he had brought down himself, nobody respected him as much as he deserved, giving him all the more determination to prove himself to his pride.

You were listening to your pride mate's hunting plans when New Cub flopped on your face. Ah, great, cub butt everywhere. So much cub butt.
You approach awww keep and he actually acknowledges you! He proceeds to tell you a story that you should be quite honored to hear. You wonder what you did to become worthy of his time.
You were busy checking the borders of your lands. After making sure everything was safe, you heard from your other pride mates that Desmodus said he could check twice as fast! Riiiiiiiggghhht.