It had been a long day for Lan'tis, it seemed the other guardians weren't around his post much and he...as much as it never bugged him...hated the isolation. Of course this was sometimes the hardship of guarding the lands and there had been rougher times. Especially when the weather was against you. Eyes narrowing he patrolled the border all the while keeping his focus on enemies or wayward travels looking for entrance into his pride.
Soon his shift would be over and he could go home to rest or possibly visit the young whelp he rescued a few weeks ago. That young thing had been bring him presents as gratitude, which was sweet but not necessary.
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