United in Grief

The prairie exhaled its autumnal aroma, a blend of earthy musk and crisp air, as Caedes pursued the trail of a lion. Another task, another opportunity for bloodshed, all in the name of progress. The scent of the beast lingered thick in the air, an enticing invitation that propelled Caedes onward. Each step brought him closer to his target, his instincts guiding his graceful movement through the tall grasses. Amidst the chorus of bird song and the rustle of grass, the distant calls of larger prey echoed, but it was the strong, distinct scent of the lion that commanded his attention.

Suddenly, a shift in the wind carried a surge of fresh scent to his nostrils – the unmistakable odor of the lion, now stronger and closer than before. Caedes halted, his eyes ablaze with anticipation as he pinpointed their location. Stealthily, he approached, silently assessing their numbers first. One. The king of the jungle, wasn’t it? Fat and lazy in the shade. But this was a plain, the lion was a gluttonous pig, and Caedes would conquer it.

With a low, rumbling growl emanating from his chest, Caedes surged forward, his powerful muscles coiling before unleashing their force into the clearing the lion was resting in. He announced his presence with a thunderous roar, causing the lion to rise in shock, a defensive growl echoing in response as he charged it.