Many kings existed in these lands, many were terrible and violent, creating death and destruction in their wakes. However, there were also kind kings, who helped prey and predator alike.
Celeres was one such a king, the son of a brutal king who once had a death grip on his home, the fires of last August had consumed the aging king; And thus, Celeres took over.

At the moment, he was patrolling his borders along a rocky hill, using his wings to glide boulder to boulder, spraying new scent markers on sparse trees or outcroppings, making short work of it before heading for a vista that overlooked his territory, pausing there briefly to think about where he should patrol next.