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The large lion stretched, bones shifting and cracking. The sky was beginning to darken, but not from the disappearing sun. A storm was looming, and it would only be moments before heavy droplets of water began to fall from the blackening sky. The weather did not bother the dark lion, however. In fact, he rather enjoyed the feeling of the cooling liquid on the otherwise hot area. Ciro also believed weathering a storm made you stronger. A reaver encountered many elements in the wild when out on a raid. It was only understandable the best way to experience those aspects of the rogue world was to start experiencing them at home.
Ciro’Mekaitso was an experienced viking. He had been challenged by few wishing to prove their worth to the Myrsky Syntynt lands, as well as ventured outside the lands on raids to bring back goods for the pride. He was preparing to head out again within the next few days. The sound of a light tap hitting the dry grasses caused the ears slightly hidden in a silver mane to swivel. His golden eyes crossed when the soft droplet landed on his nose, causing his nose to twitch.