Riven cleared his throat. "You know what, I have tasks ready for you."
The thing about lion shifters is that, unlike wolf shifters, they do not care about 'pride about being lions' the same way that wolves do.
They were lions, they were superior, sure, and because they were superior, their forms as lions were precious, thus they would not shift in front of anyone. They used horses for transportation.
Riven spent the better part of his morning pretending not to watch Leon avoid him and act suspicious. He was not going to let this man leave.
Leon paused, tilting his head. He raised an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile. "Tasks?"
"Mm-hmm." Riven crossed his arms, planting his feet like an immovable wall. "You've strutted around long enough. Time to do something useful."
