Iwe was a proud soldier in the Pridelands, which was an unusual thing but he embraced it wholeheartedly. He wasn't born here but he had chosen this as his home, he was starting to think the stars had guided him here for just this purpose. These lions needed those who were willing to step up and fight back, even against the gods. And since they had.. things had quieted down significantly. Unfortunately, the situation had not come to any satisfying conclusion and Iwe would not be convinced that this was the end of it until he had seen an end. He wasn't a scout but he put himself on patrol, even alone, just to help keep an eye on things. He didn't wander far but he didn't need to.
"It's getting late," he murmured to himself, perching on a hilltop and staring out across the savanna. Darkness provided good cover for shading doings so naturally, he was out and about waiting for night. Ready to catch anything strange and unusual.
