There was another group of vikings that Bast'ion felt compelled to join up with as they had stated the were out to collect thralls. Despite having just dragged a thrall back to the pride weeks earlier he felt the need to find another one. He was pretty frustrated with the first thrall as she had a mouth on her. So, instead, why not find a new thrall that wouldn't be so snappy.
But he wasn't about to live in his memories and instead wanted to think about the excitement going out on a viking trip would bring. The group he'd attached himself to were loud, eager and diverse as some of the members had gone on countless viking trips and some were on their very first. For Bast'ion this was his third trip out of the pride but only his second Thrall capture. The group had terrorized the landscape gathering to-be-thralls as they went. Not all of the group had captured a thrall and that was to be expected in a large viking group but Bast'ion was among the ones to have nothing to show for his efforts.
It was the last evening the group would be out before turning back to the stormy pride lands now and Bast'ion was antsy. He had decided he'd go out on his own and leave his band of vikings behind opting to go solo. This was cocky and impatient move on his part but Bast'ion really didn't give a ********. He would not show his face with nothing to show.
The jungles near by where his band chose to camp was where he had chosen to search. There was bound to be something lurking between the lanky trees and lush jungle brush. The kirin lion was low to the ground as he went as he slinked effortlessly through the lush landscape. Loud insects only aided him as padded on.
