Burdo looked to where the spirit wolf was looking and saw the distant golden figure approaching them.
The trees seem to mysteriously shift to the side as that golden figure moves, allowing him to move in a straight line.
As the figure got closer, Burdo was able to make out the shape and appearance of this entity.
He subconsciously stepped back from fear. This was a lion, a really big lion at that.
The golden lion had not yet arrived but he could estimate just how big he was. The majestic aura that oozed off of him pressed on his psyche the closer they got.
This lion had beautiful golden fur that spoke of divine lineages. His mane was dark and full, covering his head and dropping down to his chest and shoulders.
Every step he took caused his body and mane to tremble majestically. His limbs were muscular and screamed of terrifying strength. One paw forward and the ground seemed to be on the verge of sinking under his weight.