The wastelands. Nothing much existed out there, at least nothing past the odd patrol from the Rober, a Pax Pacis spy and the odd town. That evening was no different. The dim orange glow of the setting sun made the land look like it was burning and the leader of Pax Pacis, Kivuli was on a mission. He had already made it past the patrols, and using the sewer system, snuck into the industrial city of Dalmas. The well toned lion made his way through the streets, making sure to keep his head low for any guards. His tattered trench and hood made blending alot easier but one wrong move would cause chaos
Slowly but surely he made his way through, a cool evening breeze was blowing through the streets picking up dust along the way. Kivuli got closer to one of the main military compounds. The smell of burning and heat of the forges made the job a whole lot harder. It was a harsh place. Only the forges were well kept. Workers and civilians lived in nothing past mud and straw huts. It was the soldiers that got the good life, fancy rooms with a cooling system.
Just as he was planning his entry, he saw someone he didnt expect. Cyclone, the Rober leader Of all the people to be here now it had to be you Kivuli thought to himself. Cyclone was brutal and had a good nose. Not wanting his scent caught Kivuli quickly used his claws to clamber up a nearby building looking down on Cyclone and the guards, hoping to catch any useful information, and making sure the wind didn't give up his position