Among the swaying grass of the meadows just outside of Wind Haven, a figure of shadow swept across the landscape. It may have been mistaken for a trick of the light if not for the shock of rainbow that trailed behind it.
Radiant was grateful for their prismatic features. Without the extra color they might be stuck on the border for a year before anyone noticed them; they weren't great at calling out for help. Hopefully someone would notice that a visitor was blazing through the outskirts of the meadows and come to investigate.
The dark lion let their gait slow to a like before stopping just outside the border to Wind Haven. Their tail flicked, giving away their slight apprehension, but their expression remained calm. Friendly. They closed their silver white eyes and let the wind wash over their fur like an old friend welcoming them home. They'd never been here before, but the wind would always recognize them.
Now Radiant just needed an actual creature to let them in.