(He'd be without the pelt, but wearing the gauntlets/necklace.)
One thing Ciro knew, these memories were slow to return, but they were. The once dense fog of his mind had begun to lift, and small flashbacks of his past life were beginning to show themselves. Some of the scenes of his mind made him smile, others- frown. There were still pieces he needed to put together, and he was sure one day he would. These lands did a lot to unlock some of the bits and pieces, surely if he remained here for a bit longer more would.
Asim'a-ciro remained in one of his mortal forms as he resided in the land. Some days he was a raven, the others, just a large looking lion littered with battle scars. The disguised god stretched on all four paws, shifting his image to a dark form. The flame marking that usually plagued his shoulder was gone, instead it was around his neck in a pendant form next to his charm feather. After his discussion with Judeau, it was best his form was altered slightly so he wouldn't be asked why he was back from the dead. It was something he couldn't really answer, so avoiding the question was the best.
Something sparkling nearby caught the male's attention, as he crept towards it. Nothing was safe from the Raids god, even within the pride. Golden eyes lit up as a smirk placed on his maw. Just what sort of trinkets could find here.