The Sunspire Girls who see him kinda follow him back home

The mountain was cold. Nothing the lion couldn't handle, of course, but summer couldn't come soon enough for him. His complexion was simply perfect for sunbathing, after all - not too hot, not too cold. His blush eyes ran over the mountain. He had no idea where to settle. He had no idea what kind of wolves lived here, only that they would all soon know him for his exemplary behavior and devotion.

His maned form slid somewhat comfortably over the rocky surface, but when he nearly tripped over a rock, a cord that was keeping his stressed mind together snapped. How dare you, you rocky peasant! He nearly hissed. I didn't ask to be here, you know! But this task is important! Could you just give me a break? His words were barely audible, surely not understandable if one wasn't keeping their ear near his mouth, and he was quick to smooth his mane and shake off the outburst.