Briaja studied the beautifully detailed drawings that adorned the walls of Dazalar’s abode. The tracker had drawn them himself, and the beasts showcased in them seemed almost ready to leap off the vellum parchments and come prowling out of their frames. One in particular caught her eye – a snow white lion tiny in the perspective of the picture, but arresting nonetheless. Dazalar caught her gaze lingering on it. “A rare beast that, and merely seeing it put me at great risk, for that is Echeyakee, king of the Barrens prides. He only appears to one of the Tribes who has completed a chain of spirit quests, and even then only for a short while. I was lucky that I chanced to be passing by when he was called.”
“He’s perfect,” Briaja breathed.