Mios

2/3 (xxx) ♂

Mate: Asra

Cannon kids: N/A

Mios never remembered his time before the Oasis Basin. The cold and frozen weather never leaving an impact as large as what his sister experienced. The cold feeling safe compared to what he should experience with his past. His thick fur keeping the harshness of the wind at bay as white covered the land. The pride was on an outing together as with such a small pride one couldn't be to careful in unknown lands. Soma and Yami had headed farther into the opened territory with Vira. Leaving Mios to watch the gate and prevent unwanted visitors from entering the Oasis Basin. A quite and dull job where he's concerned yet understanding it's importance.

As he waited Mios couldn't help but see shapes in the swirls of snow before him. Swearing multiple times that the pride was already returning before noticing no other sense told similar. No familiar scents, no sound of footfalls approaching, nothing hinting at actual life approaching. Shaking his mane from nerves Mios focused more on these than his sight and its tricks. The wind slowed around him as he swore he felt another brush against his side, an icy touch that ignored the thick fur against its form. Jumping from his spot the young lion grazed his surroundings carefully but rushed in fright. "Hunt go well?" Asking in hopes that it had just been a trick by the pride alerting him to their presence. With no reply Mios for the first time feared the snow since his youth as its blinded his view.

By the time the pride returned he had regained his will and only Yami could see something was wrong. Returning to camp with the haul worry grew less as they warmed in Oasis Basin's safety. Thinking perhaps it had just been the cold bringing forth unkind memories.

Elsewhere a lost spirit watched as his two siblings returned home. The curse of roaming this land not unkind as he knows without it the pride would never have gained such lively members. Sorrowful in the fact he had scared his sibling the spirit felt the wind whip around and through his form. Turning and returning to the snowy landscape a small form of a cub retreated into the blizzard. A soul much older and wiser than its form should be. One who mourned with the river goddess who was unable to separate his ties to this land.