Pulled Some strings

The werelion shifted back to his human form, upon sighting that Kieran was also a werelion. As he, shifted back into his human form, his tawny eyes, once filled with a feral intensity, softened. His fiery gaze transformed into a friendly one in an instant, and he approached us cautiously, his large, muscular frame exuding power and confidence.

Kieran also shifted back to his werelion form, and I watched on, as the other werelion stood tall in his human form, his tawny hair ruffled from his transformation. He looked young, probably older than my pups, but there was a ruggedness to him, and with his scrunchy face full of body hair. I couldn't help but wonder why he ended up living alone in the wild. He was rough and rowdy.

"I'm Ekun," he introduced himself, his voice gruff but tinged with curiosity. "Didn't expect to find other werelions out here in the wild."

We all watched on in awe, without saying a word, as he moved around with some primal grace.

Ekun moved with a certain wild grace