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Persikka had tried his best once again to help with the hunt. This time however it seemed he had been with a group that had heard of his previous failures, and so they instructed him to stay at the back of the group, and even went so far as to exclude him from any plan that actually had him helping to take down a beast. The male didn’t mind, however sitting back and doing nothing made him feel so out of place and awkward. He was glad when they had come back. Now though, with the hunting party having returned and nothing else for him to do with his current time he set out once more to walk around the lands of the pride.

His walking had brought him back to the pride’s borders without him noticing, his thoughts set on his continued search for his place. Persikka felt himself getting closer to finding a rank that would have him contributing to the pride, but he wondered how long it would take to actually find it.

So caught up in his thoughts was he that Persikka would likely not have stopped walking for some time had he not caught sight of the other male. However upon seeing the large male he pushed aside his previous thoughts and made his way towards him. “Hello there!” Persikka called out to the male, who had at this point lain himself on the ground beside what appeared to be a recently caught gazelle. “Quite a catch you have there.”

Persikka slowed his pace as the lion turned with a seemingly aggressive stance. Finally he came to a halt, still a distance away. There was enough space that he could likely escape, should the other male attach, but he was still close enough that if this male was quick he could be on Persikka within a short time. Neither running nor fighting were strengths of his, and he wasn’t about to risk a fight if he could avoid it.

The peach male took a couple steps back before replying to the male’s question. “I was just out walking.” He replied, glancing around. He was suddenly quite aware that these appeared to be outside of his prides lands. “I seem to have walked further than intended though..” He continued in a softer voice, more talking to himself than the other male. How far had he walked? And just how had he not noticed leaving the Pridelands? Since he was no longer within the territory of the pride had he stumbled into someone else’s land? Perhaps that was why this male seemed to defensive.

So he had walked into the territory of another. Persikka was at least glad the male had not outright attacked him, and now seemed to be giving him the opportunity to leave and avoid a fight. However he could not help but smirk at the assumptions the brown male threw out. Persikka would not deny the size of his stomach, and certainly had no problems with it. If anything he was grateful that he was able to have such an abundance of food so as to carry such a belly on him, but that this lion seemed to think him weak? Or, at the very least, not much of a fighter. It was not a completely untrue statement, as Persikka wasn’t but if he had to he was sure he could at least keep up with this other male for a time.

Not one to be rattled so easily though he brushed aside what could conceivably be considered an insult, and instead opted to take up the other males offer to leave unscathed. He didn’t doubt he could hold his own for at least a little while, but he did know it was doubtful he would get away clean. The last thing he wanted was to have to make his way back to Pride Rock while injured. “I will leave you to your meal then.” Was all that Persikka said. He would have to make note that this land was claimed. He didn’t want to think that he might wander in here again, and this male be less ‘kind’ the next time.

Slowly he turned and started to walk off, ears swiveling back as he listened intently for any signs that the male may have been bluffing, and had intended to attack all along.

Silence followed as he walked, or at least from the other male. Persikka heard no signs of movement from the brown lion behind him, and was quite glad for it. Finally, when he felt he had gotten far enough away, he slowed and glanced over his shoulder. The male had picked up his gazelle and was now dragging it away, paying no more attention to the intruder in his land. With the possible danger of an attack seemingly past Persikka turned back around, intent on getting back into the Pridelands.