The Sunspire Or cannibal vampire anchovies

The lion had been quite shooketh ever since the Tindome pair (or whatever pack they hailed from, he could not care the slightest about that as long as his own pack would continue to be better) had crossed over their well-defined borders. Though not a stranger to border work, it was not his calling to be there if there was no one to join their pack. So much was clear. Pissing and scratching was peasant work, after all, and he was a prince.

But a prince looked out for danger and would never ever like it. Everything that threatened their existence had to be killed to continue their reign on the mountain. Therefore the lion strode off to the borders as soon as he could not find Seabreeze straight away, not trembling over any rocks this time. That was when he spotted the hooded-marked female, a young yet intimidating presence. He smiled with a small huff to announce his presence, carrying his maned form ever so gracefully closer.