A Delegation from the Kingdom

Seen seated on the mat were a pair of men, their eyes closed as they sat cross legged in front of the other.

At Harmonia's right was, Knox, the Lion Chieftain, radiating a fierce yet regal presence that rippled to cape around him.

His hair resembled the golden yet darker brown mane of a lion, shimmering like polished gold in comparison with his darker bronze skin complexion, while cute semi circular ears peered out of his mane like hair. Across his flank and face, scars from battles past told stories of his fierce resilience and unwavering determination.

With deep brown pupils within those ringed black irises that layered a few millimetres away from its pupils, his eyes rippled in a regal glint as he turned to face in the direction of that insignificant presence within the Hall.

Staring into those crimson irises of the blue wolf, who faced down and around nervously, while being stared at by the chieftain of the Golden Mane Tribe,