Scar
My mate Zira is about to have our son. A roar of pain sounded from inside our den.
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I walked inside to see a light grey cub. With silver almost grey eyes. He looked up at me and tackled me holding me down with his little paws, growling. He didn't have a shadow. The shadows cloaked him in their dark embrace. I picked my son up by the scruff and placed him with Zira.
I stalked outside and roared signaling the birth of the Shadow Prince.
Creatures across the Outlands wondered what their prince would look like.
Zira and my son walked out in front of every creature.
The Outlanders look at him, seeing his coat, and his eyes. They started wondering if he was the god of Shadows.
I then spoke,"His name is Draven."