The black, cream-striped and large form of Iroh's son stalked about the sands, expression more stern than usual. His grumpiness was the result of a lost bet - one that his brother persuaded him to partake. Needless to say, his mood wasn't going to lighten up until he had gotten the stakes out of the way... Thankfully, it hadn't been a high one; still, it was making him go out of his way to duel the first lion he saw. When he could have been spending his free time searching for more sources of water, he was honor bound to carry out his brother's wishes. Of course feelings naturally ran testy and high.Almost tempted to simply call out for the closest Firekin, he waited until he got to a more obvious clearing, closer to the heart of the pride where many often traversed to get to the other places of the pride. Even though his brother wasn't there, neither of the two would never have doubted a word from their black sibling.
"Anyone here?" he roared through the area, "I request someone's presence!"
