Despite being a lion, his weight wasn't made up of compact muscle or dense bone, and so it wouldn't be as easy to take down the ewe compared to the lighter Sericovis, but they kept trying. That was, until Aguipua spotted the hulking mass of movement charging right towards them.
"Watch out!" he shouted, his hold up on the ewe ceasing just as the ground under it finally caused it to topple over, and the beast that approached them stopped its charge. Solrentorro, having headed the call, got off the ewe and turned his body to face the oncoming threat, but kept his jaws clenched on the mane of the creature.
Golden eyes narrowed and tail flicks with a spike of adrenaline, assessing for a moment if the creature was friend or foe. Aguipua had noticed with keen eyes how the ground under the ewe seemed to shake and vibrate, how the strange beast's concentration seemed focused on that area. Another user of magic? He thought Sol was the only one blessed with it. He should have known.
In any case, they seemed not to be in immediate danger, and Sol needed his assistance. With one eye still on the beast, he resumed his hold, the two cats suffocating their prey until it's demise.
The latex of the creatures here never seemed to stop amazing Sol. The bright crimson that stained his lips, the red that dotted the white and grey of its fabric. It was the most beautiful shade of red he'd ever seen...
“I can do much more than that,” he'd say to the strange beast, breaking out of his stupor. He'd lick his paw, using it to clean up his face as he faced them and sat down, “I am Solrentorro, King of the Sylvan Crown pride. Or I will be once again, when I find my way back to my home world,” as he spoke, Aguipua got to carefully separating the hide from the rest of the ewe's body, “You may address me as 'Your Highness' or 'King Sol'. And what might your name be?”