King of the Jungle Seltumbra

There were perks to being unremarkable.

Seltumbra was born the color of dust and dried grass, points silvered faintly as if by waning moonlight, and he faded into the background as easily as the natural world he so well mimicked. Neither a troublemaker nor his parents' favorite. Neither commended for his potential nor fretted over for his failings. One more head to count in a large and needy litter.

And there, unbeknownst to the rest, lay his strength. One never noticed the dust until it billowed around them in an-all consuming cloud, choking their lungs and blinding them completely. One never noticed the grass until it crackled with raging fire, carrying the flames wherever it pleased and claiming all in its path. And one never noticed a single sliver of moonlight, until it was the only thing guiding them home through the darkness.

Through his gentle manner and subtle strength, he carved out a territory in the wilds with his queen and pridemates, defending them with his life and ferrying weary loners to the safety of nature reserves. He may be but one king in a continent of many... but this time, the rest will remember his name.