[PRP] Warm in the Sun

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Huozin might have been lying around, but he was content with his position for the moment. There should be a hunt later in the day, once the heat had passed, and no one had challenged him to a duel thus far. He was still somewhat confused by his last one, which had come out of nowhere due to the younger male's bad temper.

Unlike the red-maned black lion, Huozin didn't much care what his family needed. Yes he was related to them, but he didn't feel he owed them much of anything. Not to mention that most of his siblings were Hunters in their own right and so why should it be his job to feed them?

They ignored each other when they passed, and that was just fine with him.

The red lion watched the black one who seemed to be more awake and more active than the rest in this area.

"Save your energy," he advised the other.  

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The lion shook his head slowly, white mane gently moving in the slight breeze his action created. It was starting to get too hot out to exert much effort unless if one's honor was on the line. Which it wasn't, so no need to get antsy.

"You should know by now, nothing will be organized until after sunheight," he told the black lion. The other male looked familiar enough, though he had no idea the other's name. Which reminded him...

"I'm Huozin," he added, answering the other's not-quite question.  

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The red lion snorted. "Overachievers." In his opinion, that sort should be Soldiers, not Hunters. Hunters had a job that was vital to the existence of the pride. Soldiers, particularly ambitious ones, had a much better chance of rising in rank.

Not to mention they could be spared quite easily.

But that was just his opinion and no one had asked for it and he had no real interest in volunteering it. It wasn't even an opinion Huozin felt particularly strongly about, simply a thought he'd had at one time or another. Maybe even more than once.

Some Firekin held onto their anger, no matter the reasons. Some nursed grudges for years on end. Huozin couldn't really see the point of it all, but he supposed whatever worked for them.

"No problem," he replied to Matemoto in good time. It would be rude to mention the problems a lion with fur that dark was likely to encounter in the desert, and no doubt that the other male was well aware of them, given that he had the look of one born here.  

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The red lion rolled his shoulders slightly in a minimum effort shrug. "One spot is as good as another," he answered. Really, it didn't matter much. Some spots were rockier than others...but rocks held in heat as well or better than sand, even if they made for a slightly more uncomfortable position. Sand, on the other paw, could and would get into every crevice of fur imaginable, though it made a much smoother bed.

So really, every spot in the whole desert was just as good and just as bad as any other. It wasn't that Huozin ever had trouble finding a good spot, it was that he didn't care to differentiate any one spot from all the others.  

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The red lion nodded in return. "And you, for I'm sure we will," he replied. There might be a great many Hunters and Huntresses in the pride, but there weren't so many that it was unlikely for him to ever see Matemoto again. Sooner or later they would cross paths, whether intentionally or not.

If it was intentional though, it would almost certainly be the black lion's doing. Huozin tended to not exert any effort that wasn't strictly called for, whether it be for moving in the heat of the day, socializing, or anything else in life.

He wasn't lazy though, and no one would ever mistake his bulk for flab instead of muscle. He just didn't see any reason to put forth more effort than he needed to.