Noelani

The full moon hung above the damp, foggy land near the coast as Savdarr padded along in search of what would be the future land of his pride. It had been days since he left his own pride, and his hunger was growing more and more insatiable.

A large object moved through the mist, almost floating along the trails of fog in Savdarr‘s peripheral view. Whipping his head around, he focuses his eyes, a task not made easy by the days without any food or water. He shook his head, believing his hunger addled mind was simply playing tricks on him until suddenly he felt unnaturally sharp claws digging into his hind. Jumping forward, Savdarr turned on his heels, leaving him face to face with a lioness whose face was almost painfully twisted in anger. “Who are you?” The lioness spat, stepping once towards Savdarr. “I should be asking you the same thing, considering you are the one who attacked me unprovoked!” He growled, letting his anger get the best of him and letting his composure slip.

The lioness huffed. “My name is Noelani, ruler of this coast”