Digging this up from six feet under, I know, but I found a doodle I did for the continuation of this... there's always a chance I'll finish it someday ;3
A cool breeze swept through the Pridelands, dancing through the morning air. Carefree and fearless, it flitted its way over rolling hills, through valleys, and across vast plains. As the breeze passed them by, all the creatures of the Pridelands, the striped Zebra, the mighty Wildebeast, and the smallest fly, felt ill at ease. The ordinarily benign gusts carried with them a heavy sense of foreboding that weighed on the shoulders of everything it blew past.. Skittish, the Zebra galloped to their families. The birds fluttered about nervously, perching themselves upon their sky-kissed homes in the trees, seeking safety. Even the mighty Wildebeast was anxious, pawing the ground uncertainly as if the very grass beneath his feet threatened to fall away.
The winds of war usher us on, mused Scia as the wind ruffled his coat, urging him and his fellows forward. The fanfare of the heavens, blowing at our backs as we march to our destiny.