The Lion Tracker's Guide To Life Novels & Stories

When I sit back down, Lionel is looking at me with a smirk, "What?" "That was like watching a dog pissing on a tree," he laughs, but I don't find it funny so I just stare at him, "Hey that's just nature, you were marking your territory. It's... normal. Sometimes." "Really?" I ask, confused. It bothers me that this is all new to me. This whole new part of my own nature. "Sometimes, like I said," he mutters with a frown as he thinks a little more, "You should go to the clan library. There are hundreds of books about everything you should know."

We all stepped into the woods that surrounded the dirt road while looking all around us. We stayed alert as we walked through the area close together. I could hear Luis sniffing the area and I looked at him to see what he had caught. He was one of the best trackers and spies I had ever met. Though he wasn’t a real spy. Honestly, those skills would come in handy with what we are currently dealing with. “There are a lot of wolves here,” Luis whispered. “Then it has to be their pack territory,” Jasper whispered back. “We will need to be careful and alert so we don’t start a fight,” I said carefully.

He stepped forward now, addressing Damian. “I want to stay,” the tracker said simply. Damian turned to him, his eyes narrowing. “What?” The tracker stood his ground, his voice steady. “I’ve done what I came to do. I don’t owe you anything. I want to stay with this camp.” Damian’s face darkened. “You don’t get to decide that. You’re part of my group.” The tracker shook his head. “I’m a wandering tracker. You found me in the woods and brought me along. I’m not bound to you or your pack. I’m free to leave if I want to. I'm staying here with the rogues.”

I growled, intending to give him what he wanted. "I only know his face. But I know his spawn, his name is Damien." The tracker replied. A growl tore through me, remembering the name that haunted Claire. "You may have him." I assured the tracker. With a grateful nod his pace quickened through the forest, "Now, lets focus on finding the Luna." I growled at him, "My story will not have the same ending." "We will make sure of that." The tracker nodded, increasing his pace. I was beginning to feel great respect for the man, and I sympathized with him over the loss of his mate.

Lily gave up the last two skills. “Track?” Mane was surprised by the last skill. “Yes. You know it?” Lily asked. “I do,” Mane nodded his head in response to her inquiry. “It is a very useful skill,” he added. “It is,” Lily smiled gleefully. Track was indeed a variation of Scout. It allowed a person to place a mark on someone. Dissimilarly to Trace it could only be used on one person at a time. And unlike Trace, it had no distance limitation! So Lily could track the location of the person marked no matter how far this person was! It was an amazing skill. Besides, Mane knew from the memories he inherited from Ananse that when a user of Track reached the High Scholar Level, the skill would inte

The Leopard inside of Ezekiel snarled its answer inside of him. As the strangers closed in, it only took Ezekiel seconds before he knew exactly what they were. He instantly placed the scent on the air. They were Shifters. Lion Shifters. He knew because only Lions carried such a....unique sent about them; A scent tinged with heavy almost aggressive musk and dry parched earth. The lions hailed from a place far to south east of the planet. A land parched and yet lush with life. A land that mortal called Africa....it was known simply to the other Shifter Clans...as the Pride Lands.

Her whole body was jerking and eyes were repeatedly blinking while moving to one side and looking upward. Hunter just stood there watching her. He looked at her mother who had cried her lungs out. “Help her,” Evan said breathing heavily. Hunter didn’t know what to do. “The Lioness has been secluded from its cubs. The den is now weak, more especially with the death of a successor. The wounded lion cannot do anything. The other two cubs are weak to do anything,” Naveen laughed talking with Mr. Jackson from Bank of Zambia while at Radisson Blu Hotel.

"But, if you want to talk then I am more than happy to, I enjoyed our conversation at the restaurant, before we were interrupted by the irritating beta." "He has boundary issues," I acknowledged. Perhaps matching his apparent civility would be the way forward. “I still can’t believe a few herbs kept you hidden from him. He's one of the best trackers in the territory." And one of the most determined. "I've picked up a number of tricks over the years. Not belonging to a pack has meant I've needed to find ways to live under the radar." He leaned forward, catching my gaze. "Please don't worry about that though, I have a beautiful home set up."

She is immediately finishing up cleaning her suit and turns on the tracker that Zayne gave them before. "Okay, let's go." He also turns on his tracker. Both of them start to go to help Shon and Ralph. ***....... Shon and Ralph wait at their hiding spot, waiting for the moonflower to give out the scent from its pollen. Shon changes his eyes color. He whispers to Ralph, which is in front of him. "I heard that the animal said something about the beast which is now in his move. The Tigers and Lions are also in the move. Except for the Phyton. They are still in their den. Waiting for the prey to come first."

Well, I reconciled that we might peradventure meet those bloody otherworldly Lion hunters on the way, and with this little camouflage we could escape their dark grip, but I was somewhat afraid that those evil black fraternity folks, might be able to still spot them with their eyes, and the miniature tawny body hair, or better still parse into their souls, and find out their true identity. With the help of my wolf, Lusee, I scoffed at my fears, and I hoped for the best. We were all set for the long journey to the east coast, where according to Meghan, was where the so-called, lion's den was situated. We raced on all fours for days, making our way through the dense forest, and I felt my wolf s