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Dad and Tulia were off on their own again, and Mum was back in the den with Meme almost sick in her general anxiety- and Mnyama was too bored to deal with it and carelessly decided that she would go off on her own and look for something exciting to do. Born into a very safe environment, with two parents who loved her and a wonderful lioness as a protective "aunt".. nothing could ever harm her or her family, Mnyama was sure! Mummy was off her rocker to worry so much- Tuli was with dad, dad was big and strong, and in general (judging by Memetuka) everyone here was very nice.

And so Mnyama scurried enthusiastically through the tall grass of the Pridelands. She was a small black fuzzball that was not hard to hear, but was actually difficult to spot through the grass (especially while moving). Worried that she might miss something exciting if she didn't stop for a moment to take a look around, the small hare did her best to scramble to the top of a rock that just poked out of the grass to get a look around.

Nothing too obvious, as far as her pink, untrained eyes could tell.

"Hellooooooooo!" she called out loudly, willing someone fun and exciting to pop up, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Mnyama watched the grass impatiently, tapping one long foot as she did. If nothing fun popped out, she'd just have to go home and wait for Tulia to come home so she could drag her off to play. When something finally poked out of the grass, the small hare grinned- until she realized it was another hare. That was very uninteresting! Why couldn't she find something different? Even another lion would be more interesting than another hare, auntie Meme was not very interesting.

When Chafi got closer, Mnyama noted that, at least, the stranger was an interesting color. Her whole family was black and white.

"Yeah," she called back down from her rock, not at all concerned with the fact she was alone and more interested in the stranger, "Who're you?"

"I'm Mnyama," Mn introduced herself in a very matter of fact voice. If nothing else, she didn't sound at all concerned about being out there all by herself- which perhaps could have been more concerning than if she was at least showing some signs of being careful. She was the exact opposite of how her mother had been at her age, and how her mother was being now. Of course, Mnyama had never witnessed anything quite like her mother had, and lived in a fairly safe and happy environment.

"Mama's back at the den, she doesn't really like to come outside," the little bunny explained , flopping over to lay on the rock she was perched upon, "It's pretty boring, so I thought I'd come out and look for something fun to do. You're funny colors, my whole family is white and black. Unless you count Meme, she's gold, but she's a lion.."

Mnyama beamed proudly when Chafi said it was nice to meet her and bowed her head, only barely stifling a giggle. When the green hare started to talk about her own family, Mnyama plopped down onto the rock in a seated position to listen- and she immediately shook her head when Chafi described her mother staying inside because there were so many of them. That definitely wasn't the case with this kitten's mother.

"There's not a lot of us in my family, just me and Tuli," she explained brightly, "Mama's just afraid that something'll happen to her or to us, but she's just been silly. No one's really bothered me, you're the only thing who's come near me!"

The kitten nodded brightly, as if the fact she hadn't been hunted yet was definitive proof that her mother was crazy.

"Meme is just like, part of the family, she's really nice," Mnyama explained, clearly not understanding the entire meaning of having a lioness as a good friend. She hadn't yet even tried to use Meme as a way to convince her mother to come outside.

Mnyama stuck her tongue out and did her best to blow a raspberry at Chafi saying that her mama was right to worry. The small hare knew of the possibilities, but didn't see them as very likely or as anything to truly worry yourself over. After all, in her own experience everyone was quite friendly and no one ever bothered her! With that rude little sound, or what she managed, Mnyama was sure that that topic was ended and happily moved onto the new topic with Chafi.

"Yep!" she replied brightly, "Dad's all black, with grey swirls on his feet and ears. I don' have any, but Tuli has some on one of her ears and her eye. I'm like mama, just black instea' of white."

Mnyama beamed when Chafi smiled, more than happy to talk about her family She cared about them, even if she seemed to enjoy skipping out for the day and playing on her own despite how her mother might feel about it. She couldn't help that it was much more interesting than sitting around worrying with mama.

The dark hare grinned when Chafi said her mother must be pretty, for Mn agreed- and knew that she looked a lot like her mother. Her and Tuli both did! So, of course, she took it as a compliment.

"Well, mama doesn't like me going off on my own," she admitted when asked if they get along, "But she doesn't really get mad about it. What about your family?"

The small hare wiggled her toes cheerfully and looked around as Chafi did, wondering if she might spot some other brightly colored hares around. It was so odd to the hare that came from such a dull family, even Meme wasn't very colorful- but at least she wasn't black or white! She was a bit disappointed that no one appeared, though it surprised her. After all, she'd started this by looking for something other than a hare!

Mnyama turned back to look at Chafi as she described her desire to have kittens, which caused the young hare to wrinkle her nose.

"Mama loves us, but I think she worries too much," she said confidently, with a very matter-of-fact nod.

"Yeeeeah," the hare agreed, but with a tone clearly indicating some part of her was still disagreeing with Chafi, "But she'd be a lot more fun if she wasn't so 'fraidy. Mothers are supposed to care for their babies, that's how it works- why would anyone not care?" The idea was totally foreign to Mnyama, where she had one parent that cared almost too much and the other that certainly cared, even if he wasn't so extreme.