The air was cold, on a small hill on the border the dark outline of a young line was just about see-able to the eye. The lion was sat down looking up at the ink like blackness of the night, his eyes looking up at the stars a slight sigh left his mouth as he eventually looked down and gazed upon the horizon, overlooking what used to be called the Outlands. An almost eerily silence was all you could hear, the odd sound of a gust the only thing to break it against the sound of crickets and other bugs in the grass around him.

A long few moments passed before he struggled to his feet gritting his teeth, his back leg aching and burning from wounds of old. Slowly he continued on his border guard duty keeping a cautious ear open as well as eyes, in the past many border guards had gone missing and turned up dead around this area and he was determined not to be another number to that statistic. A shiver filled the lion as he continued on his way, the coldness going to his bones “Got to love the night shift” he grumbled to himself as he continued as the first signs of sunlight began to make an appearance.

The thought of having a sleep when he finally returned back to the den at Pride Rock made him smile, in a way it was the only thing sometimes that got a feline through the night shift sometimes. No one really wanted to volunteer for it anymore, but it had to be done as attacks were more common by night, even more these days than during the early hours of day light like it had been in the past. It had been in the early hours that Twilight was attacked and nearly killed, it had shook him up for ages before he decided to take the late shifts once more.

Still the lion continued along his way across the border, the sun just about peaking up on the horizon, the sky turning shades of red and yellow.
“Another night over, another day I will live” he said quietly almost smiling to himself.