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[Stryker]

At the roar, Stryker's expression grew sour. That voice was all too familiar. He even debated ignoring their annoying screech, noting their high-pitched tone. Nevertheless, he was Kingpin. There were standards for him to uphold. With a grunt, the lion rose from his spot within the sunlight and shook out the sand from his light fur. Neon eyes focused on the silhouette in the distance as he sauntered confidently over. His gaze looked the younger lion up and down, noting their subtle changes over time. Luckily, his cocky attitude hadn't changed. That was one thing they had in common at least, along with their distaste for pacifism.

Coming to a pause next to Ninazu, he offered a snort. "Why, look what the cat dragged in," he cooed. His head craned off to the side, eyes narrowing in interest. "It's been a long time, little brother. I thought you'd died off in Snowbound's fire or perhaps ran off to a into mouse trap." A smirk met his lips. Surely, he was only playing, but Stryker partially meant it too.

Two years, was it? Time had passed by gracefully passed by since he'd last seen his brother. Corvus, to him, was a mere afterthought at this point. Stryker merely assumed he'd passed away, fallen into nothingness, or died during Snowbound's vicious fire. He rarely expected the dark lion to show up on his doorstep. Though, it seemed, time brought many surprises. The Kingpin wasn't exactly sure if this miracle was positive just yet...

A hum left the Kingpin. Seeing that Ninazu had already asked why he was here, the lion offered up his own question. He doubted his brother was here looking for anything good. "You've come a long way," Stryker continued. "You must be here for something, correct?" The Kingpin hoped to reunite with his family somewhat, but he held his tongue. His partner and children were his only true connections at the moment.