Newt

You let the tension in your body dissipate, a long sigh leaving your muzzle. Letting your shoulders relax, you pad over to the pint-sized furball, nudging him back to his paws.

He yowls in surprise, dancing away from you nervously before puffing himself up. The orange hues of his mane stand on end, and you just stare at him.

Obviously, you can't take him seriously.

"Trespasser!" He hollars, and his squeaky yell has you forcing out another sigh. "Who are you, beast!? You'll regret the day you stepped onto this soil! I'll get you! Give me your name, so the mighty Newt might jeer about your cowardly loss when I strike you down!"

You watch him blankly, before looking down at your paws. How he plans to 'strike you down' when your paw is the size of his head is beyond you.

Anyways.

You look down at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "Where am I?"

The furball puffs his chest, looking full of himself. "The home of the great and mighty Newt of course!"

You level him with an unimpressed stare. "You? The leader of this place? Right..."

Newt scowls, huffing in irritation. "Well! It's going to be mine one day! When I'm bigger and stronger, and I can beat him!"

Your ears prick in interest. You let your questions roll off of your tongue, suddenly finding yourself wondering about this strange place more and more.

"Who is 'him'?" You seem to have been hiding under some sort of rock, since Newt's mouth drops open in surprise.

"WHAT?????!!!! Surely you've heard of the ferocious Crimson Rain Sought Flower?!"

You stare at him blankly.

"One of the Four Great Calamities?"

"...?"

"Defeated thirty-three great kings?"

"....nope."

Newt sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. "Wow. Loser. He's awesome! I want to be just like him when I finish training! He took me in when my pride ditched me at the tree." He scowls for a moment, seemingly still a bit bitter about it. "He dropped me off with a pretty red and black lioness, she's been looking after me since I got here." He grins up at you, his plan to 'strike you down' seemingly forgotten.

"You should go ask her about it! She'll tell you about him! Her fur is an orangey red, but she's covered in these odd black markings all over."