Chapter 1
Atlas awoke from being knocked out only a few days later after being sent by his father to hunt. He found not only the velvet red wounds left on his stomach and chest, but as well as the scent of his own father and some other lion from another pride. He laid for a moment before hoisting himself up of the bloody dirt. The air was crisp and full of winds, carring scents from the past few days he had missed. He attempted to lick the dried blood off of his paws, but his attempt failed as it had dried onto his paw pads.
He padded over to a nearby tree. Luckily, his pride shouldn’t have been too far away from here, but how come he smelled his own father on his wounded body? Maybe he was just dillusional after the knockout. He sat near the oak tree as he groomed and cleaned his icy white mane and the silky fur of his legs and back. He stretched and let out a hefty grumble from deep in his throat as he continued to walk steadily, yet slowly, beginning the short walk back to his prides camp.
As he began walking through the cols brush, his tail twitched with anticipation, ready to see his pride again, he breathed hevily as it the wind seemed to pick up, sweeping somw of the air from his lungs as his mane shifted in the breeze. He finally made it to the entrance of the prides camp, and he took a big breath, stepping into the area.
But he wasn’t welcomed with his prides lionesses. He was met with vultures feeding off of at least 7 of his pride mates dead bodies. He gasped, a small tear falling down his cheek. He walked through, seeing the lions bodues laying on the icy floor, to gone, not able to be saved. He shooed the pesky birds as he whined and whimpered. He needed to figure out who, or what caused this. He roared and growled out of angst and anger. When he saw a lioness’s tail twitch out of the corner of his eye. He quickly raced over to find seara, a white lioness with spots of grey freckles on her underbelly and a long tuft of grey fur on her tail. Atlas nudged her neck when he noticed the wound on it. Blood pooled underneath her neck. She suddenly opened her eyes, and tried to speak, but nothing happened. “shh.- i-its going to be alright seara, just try to stay awake with me- a-alright?” He said, despratly. He licked the blood off of her neck and tried to nudge her neck to get a better view of the wound. He found some nearby leavand cobwebs to cover the wound, and began to whisper, “just rest- please..dont leave me,” he said with clear despairity in his tone.
