The lion paced before Mitchell, anger oozing from his eyes.The scar running down the left side of his face looking even more menacing in his lion form. His mane as black as heart. He was running out of patience with this pathetic owl shifter. He knew he was weak, but he said he had something of value that would make the clan stronger, and he still hasn't delivered. He wanted this precious gift. He needed to be the strongest clan. Sure they had muscle, but they needed the wisdom too. And that's where this pathetic quaking piece of animal dung came in.
Mitchell, was shaking nervously, he knew he had to get that worthless girl here and quick. His connections with his old clan, doing their best to bring her to them. But that man that has been showing up to their house has thrown a ma
