Lion. Not Verdantis. Urna lifted her head higher into the breeze. But not Duskorna, either. Apparently alone, probably male. Could be a bad idea.
Then again, it was her job. She chattered a warning to any other citizens nearby and then went looking for trouble.
Urna halted on a high rock, gazing down at the blue lion pacing back and forth just across the border. He was winged. Ordinarily, that would put her at a disadvantage, but this was Cloud Bend, where the rules were different. She turned slightly and leapt down from her perch one ledge at a time, calling out when her paws met packed earth. "Hail, wanderer. What brings you here?" Urna drew closer, her ears pricked for signs of ambush.
Then again, it was her job. She chattered a warning to any other citizens nearby and then went looking for trouble.
Urna halted on a high rock, gazing down at the blue lion pacing back and forth just across the border. He was winged. Ordinarily, that would put her at a disadvantage, but this was Cloud Bend, where the rules were different. She turned slightly and leapt down from her perch one ledge at a time, calling out when her paws met packed earth. "Hail, wanderer. What brings you here?" Urna drew closer, her ears pricked for signs of ambush.