The bright red male grunted. He walked with a limp as he continued into the pride, scars littering his body. His mane had a few gray strands in it, indicating age, if his worn body did not. He huffed, bright green eyes scanning. "Find the Warlord. Alert me to where he is." He told the pale avian, as she nodded, taking flight, searching for her master's request.
Ifrit's eyes narrowed as he continued down a path, the muggy feeling of the looming storm brought back memories. Ifrit was home. He was ready to continue his legacy.
A caw from his falcon alerted him. He found himself shifting paths, heading down the familiar terrain.
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