Wartooth; a primordial being born out of vengeance and violence, who speaks little words and shows even less of his true nature. He never seems to lean quite into the sides of good or evil, dipping his toes in both while never truly committing. The same can be said for his three queens: because while others before him had one (Seafoam and Clemence, Monae and Nefertiti, Avallac’h and Lara Dorren) he claims three, and loves each separately in his own ways. In turn, each queen is given their own faction of the pride to represent and lead. Queen Gecko is a spokesperson for the older lionesses, and their love is shown to be a partnership; Persephone is of the Kifamilia, and seems to be a sweet friend as well as paramour; and finally Inkosazana, his betrothed and daughter of the former queen Avallac’h, who he loves sweetly and perhaps most of all, both for her beauty and pure goodness.

Wartooth’s leadership had been granted by the sudden — and unheard of — passing of Avallac’h. He had relinquished power under the pretenses of Wartooth marrying his prized daughter Inkosazana, whom was originally promised to Polynices. Ultimately this was a good turn of events, for Polynices is a wretched male who would undoubtedly use his status for abuse if given the opportunity.

Under Wartooth’s reign, this hearty pride that had been started by the great Seafoam flourishes. The lionesses are no longer separated by class, instead given the reigns to choose who they are represented by and who they associate with as a result. The first faction, the Kifamilia, are lead by Queen Persephone and joined by Polynices, who acts as their protector. The ancestors, a secondary faction, is less populated but very respected, and are repped by Queen Gecko and her esteemed son Jaskier. The last faction are strictly female led, and band together based on their favorable traits and skills, given voice by Queen Inkosazana.

As for Wartooth himself, his true origins are unknown. The only one who could possibly weasel it out of him is Inkosazana, however even she has trouble pulling anything out of him that hasn’t to do with the here and now. The new king does things himself, in his interests, and as seen by the factions has little mind for inner pride politics unless they directly pertain to him. For the most part he’s rarely seen around unless mating season comes around or he needs to sleep. Even his relationships with his cubs is strained and distant.

The Ferus has, for the time being, moved the pride to a sparsely wooded area. Far different from the cave systems Avallac’h thrusted upon them, but welcome nonetheless.