The name resonated perfectly with the legendary creature's essential nature. Pride had defined the Mane King's existence, driving him to build and protect his territory, to lead his pack with absolute authority, and ultimately to die fighting rather than surrender. It was a quality Arthur respected deeply.
Pride bowed his massive head in acknowledgement of his new master, the gesture carrying genuine respect rather than mere submission. Through their mystical connection, Arthur could sense the legendary creature's gratitude for being honoured rather than merely dominated.
"Pride," Arthur addressed his new summon with hopeful expectation, "do you know of an herb with blood-red petals and fire crackling in its core?"
The massive golden head shook slowly, Pride's voice carrying apologetic tones. "I regret to inform you, master, that no such herb exists within our territory. In all my years of living here, I have encountered no plant matching that description."
