Kasoro was getting used to the desert he now called home. It had taken a while to become comfortable with the sand under his paws and the sun beating down on his body, but now that he knew the ins and outs of the pride, made a few friends, and gotten good at his job, he barely noticed the uncomfortable qualities of the Firekin lands. He was still given distrusting looks from the more traditional members of the pride - it was easy to tell he was a rouge, even with his impressive size that matched and even surpassed some of the local males - but he was slowly worming his way into their good graces.
The pride was so large Kasoro was positive he hadn't met even a quarter of the lions that lived here, and he doubted he ever would. They weren't a very personable pride, meeting and speaking with each other only when it was needed. He didn't go out of his way to talk to many, either, having gotten too many snarls and rebuttals than he cared to think about.
The white lion didn't dwell on that too much now, though. He took the days as they came and enjoyed every one of them. Currently he was making his way to one of the new watering holes that had formed after the intense rains, liking the taste of this water better than that of the pools that had been stagnant for months and months. He kept his head down as the sun beat upon him, shielding his light eyes from the glare.