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A red eye scanned the surrounding area, looking for an easy kill. Ukaligiza was feeling lazy at this twilight-lit time and didn't feel the desire to run far after a stronger, younger prey. Thrill of the hunt was not in his blood, apparently.

Shaking a deep purple maneand digging claws gently into the dirt beneath his paws, he made his way forward, toward a familiar and popular watering hole. He could see zebras gathered there, among other creatures. His purple coloration did him no good when it came to hunting during the day, but at night, it was somewhat useful.

Giza could feel the presence of another lion by him and stopped in his tracks. He was curious. ALthough he was always a cold creature, he was also a curious one. One that often looked toward others with awe, whether they deserved it or not. Probably a source of his bitterness and inclement dark side.

He slowed his pace and caught a glimpse of a mainly red lioness, some distance from him. Far enough that she posed no threat, but still close enough to be in his periphory. Giza thought for a moment as to whether he should team with the lioness or leave her be. Most instincts in him said to leave her be, let her fight for food like he has to on his own. But something in him pushed him to converse.

"Are you here alone?" He asked with a rhaspy, just-woke-up tone. He was interested in her situation. Was she hunting for a clan? Was she a single mother? Was she alone?

Giza looked back toward the animals which seemed too complacent to be prey. Not on guard. It was strange to watch them like that. It was also strange she offered her name to him. He thought this over a moment before responding, as politely as a lion such as himself could, "And I am Ukaligiza." He always offered his full name, never expecting to know anyone long enough that a shorter one would be appropriate.

Looking back to the lioness, he flipped his mane from his eyes and began, "Why spend more effort, Moja, if effort could be spent somewhere else?" A quirky smile licked at his features before hiding again behind his usual rough composure. He looked back at the herd, "And, if you are so informed, pray! do tell which would be the best for hunt this evening.

Giza looked toward the herd as she spoke to him. Eying the ones in the middle, which did seem to have a bit of blubber on their ribs and a little less energy. Rarely did they join the festivities of the others, bucking or kicking. They tended to keep to themselves. Easy kills, he agreed in his mind. He did eye the same zebra she saw, however, the largest of them, though that did not say too much as they were all relatively close in size.

"I see what you mean, yes." He turned back to her, he could sense tension in her veins. She was anxious, hungry, ready to pounce as soon as the time came. Giza nodded his head, "I do agree that the centered oneis quite a delicacy. And could be easily taken if we keep our wits about us and devise a plan, even a shifty one." He leaned back and stretched his shoulders. "Shall we split and take them from the sides?" He didn't even notice her quick slip of tongue with his name earlier. He seemed intent on a kill, now.

Giza nodded in agreement. Tearing through to the center would be a good idea. It would leave the smaller, faster zebras to dart away and the main kill would be galloping alone toward death. Giza sniffed at the air, trying to catch scent of any others that may be nearby, plotting similarly, and about to ruin their meal. He didn't catch the smell of any hunters, possibly a small group of hyenas, but the odor was faint and traveling past with the wind.

Giza bared his teeth for a moment, snarling in the general direction of the herd. A quiet growl rumbled in his throat as he turned to the green eyed partner, speaking, "Shall we then?" He pinned his ears back as he stepped forward slowly, seeing if she would follow.

Gize could almost feel the anxiety in the ground as Moja moved. Their steps were not in time; their steps were messy and jumbled, like a crazed rabbit. They stepped tenderly, however. as to not scare any of the prey away.

Giza caught a glimpse of Moja's nod and looked forward himself. He was positioned, ready to dart toward the zebra at the center, pushing the other away from his feast, their feast. He flicked his tail from side to side as he moved, it drifting gently across the ground. He looked back to Moja, blue eye catching her green, and gave a solid nod as he darted toward the zebra, ready to take it down. Large paws rumbled his body as he ran toward the herd.