(various pov)
In a blink, the lion King arrived,
His form towered over six-meter plus, in height, if this was not enough for those whose gaze (s) fell on this King he was made even more majestic with his dark mane bleeding gold.
Those golden eyes stark against his black fur tinged with gold paws and tail.
The first elder who watched on as the king appeared had to admit he had been intimidated.
"The first elder of the wolves greets the King of lions and his queens,"
Bending his forepaws in greeting and dipping his head muzzle down gaze down; the first elder bowed to the lion who was above him in rank, power, skill and sheer dominance.
"Enough with the pleasantries. We have heard that the priestess has died!"
The King said in a booming tone, almost emitting a roar of annoyance. As curtsy for a lion to tread on wolf territory, one must inform the other, a day before, but the King had found the death of the priestess a blow to his pride.
He had lost ten of his sons and the entire last batch of cubs, four of his daughters five of his females and seven of his sons leaving only two males and one female alive who were over a thousand realm cycles, if one had to include those from his pride he would say half of his lions were already dead.
Ignoring the smaller wolf, he found this wolf disgusting wishing that he would just die already, but alas it seems it would be impossible at the moment.
"She has passed away ten days ago,"
The fourth elder, a golden coloured wolf, replied a bit of arrogance in his words. One of the queen snarled, baring sharp ivory teeth, then spoke in a voice filled with both contempt and disdain.
Her words were rigorous since Mara as the second Queen had lost her last litter of cubs five days ago.
They had only been half a century. How can she even bear to look at these lowly wolves who had allowed the last two anchors for their realm to die.
She raged inside and felt a sadness that threatened to choke her to death.
Her sister nudged her, trying her best to calm her.
"Wolves were always foolish. With the death of the priestess and her heir, the realm will destabilise and fall to ruin,"
The elder felt his hearts stutter, and his mind explode at the realisation.
"Heir? The pup she carried-"
"The pup she carried was not the heir but the one your kind had killed,"
The third queen scoffed, sneering at this foolish wolf.
Why would he a foolish beast be allowed to live so long?
"I-impossible…"
The second elder whispered, the first elder felt his eyes slanted in annoyance at this female's outburst. What right did she have to speak?
Even if she had been a queen, females had their places in all hierarchy and compared to wolves she was not worthy.
"Impossible? Killing something so powerful. It has to be known when the pup was born. The three moons had aligned one behind the other, shining down on her form. That night both she-wolf and pup were blessed. All bowed to her but few refused, right? Because she was not a beast born like us and deemed a defect and called a mongrel,"
The first elder thought to deny it but it was futile, he was fully aware that all that the Queen had said had been true.
Trying to stay calm, the first elder tried his best to think of ways to calm these angry lions, but the voice of the fourth elder his words shocked him.
Turning to snap at the foolish wolf, he was frozen at the large blur that flew past his line of sight.
"We have lost wolves-"
one of the queens lunged at the fourth elder since the lioness was much bigger than the wolf who was a mere three-point nine meters to her five.
The Queen pinned him down easily with a large forepaw pressing down until his chest collapsed his form twitched a howl of pain escaped his lips.
While the first elder helplessly watched on.
Niah the first queen.
Felt pleasure in what she was doing, after all, she had lost-
No!
What they had as an entire pride had lost was because of these wolves!