There was no point in hiding beneath the thinning foliage once the stifling heat retreated. Far'hat glanced around, the detachment he had managed to muster had greatly expanded its ranks, the lions returning from their twilight foray. Far felt an unnatural whiff of wind on his right side, a pang on his shoulder, but the grey man only exhaled meaningfully, squinting at the white lion.
-What's the progress of your group, Shiro? -, a wheeze after his recent speech escaped from beneath his fangs. -What in the name of the shaitan have you been soiling yourself in again?
-Oh, you were right, they were left unguarded during the feast! There were some ladies fighting back, we had to give them a good shake.
-Hopefully no casualties, all we had to do was warn them of our presence.
-Naturally!
The gray lion cocked his eyebrows, frowning at the small piece of the old palace on which the lionesses of his squad rested, he understood the motives of those who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him during the gladiatorial fights. But those who were encouraged to join in after the events of the Arena, why? What motivates them? Do they hope to taste victory and power? But did Far'hut need it himself? Now he's just chasing the overthrow of the old regime, he's not a leader, he's someone who paves the way for the new leader.
-Shiro...
-Yes, boss?
-Replace me at the observation post, I'll go check on the newcomers.