burnt dreams - joining

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

Icy blue fur glistened in the sunlight as the lion approached, maw bloodied by a fresh hunt. Two eyes blinked at the boy, the lion shaking out his icy-spiked fur and clearing his throat. [color=#5d47b8]"You look... unwell. What unfortunate events could lead to such a scrawny thing?" He rumbled, voice soft. Deadly claws flexed but he seemed amiable, tail flicking behind him. [color=#5d47b8]"What is your name." He considered giving the catch he managed to the boy, but considering how... ignited.. Sojourn was with the child on their lands, he honestly wouldn't be surprised she'd accuse him of treachery or betrayal just by offering food to a boy.

— Reggan