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"The sun is setting in the west, Sansa, so we head that way." The pale lioness let her head slink low, ears pinned against her skull in obvious displeasure at this entire conversation. It seemed as if she were explaining herself every five minutes. In typical Sansy-pants style, of course, her sister made a fool of herself trying to outsmart her supposedly younger sibling, but Arya was not about to stop her in that little endeavor. This particular topic, however, seemed more redundant than outright stupid.

Sansa, meanwhile, nearly went cross-eyed looking down her nose at the other female, "Obviously the sun sets in the west, Arya, I just don't understand why we're going that way." She sniffed, nostrils flaring momentarily as she looked in the opposite direction. Her expression was the perfect picture of complete and utter boredom as she drawled, "It is not as if we're going anywhere in particular."

"I'd thought you didn't care to wander in circles, either." Arya flicked the dark feline with her tail as she passed, "Quit being so snooty."

It would miff Arya to no end that Sansa had apparently scented another lion on the breeze before she did, which was exactly why the older sister staved off on informing the other lioness of the male's presence until the very last moment. As they came around a copse of trees, she figured they were bound to be running in to him so she remarked, "Funny, I swear I caught the scent of someone or other just a moment ago."

"Then they must at least be time and a half smellier than you," Arya's childish retort was cut off as she nearly ran into the other lion as she came around a bush. Her paws scrambled to halt her forward motion, though she made no sound and kept from snarling at him in surprise. Her gold eyes were wide with surprise all the same as a jumbled and mildly embarrassed greeting poured from her mouth, "Oh, goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't know…"

Sansa was nearly bursting with barely quelled laughter, making some valiant attempt to remain ladylike and demure until a snort and quiet guffaw exploded from her maw, "Oh, oh… your face, Arya. Priceless."

In an effort to reclaim some sort of control over her abrupt stop, Arya folded her hind legs so that her rump hit the ground with a solid thump on her recoil. Her sister was still too busy with her own amusement, rekindled by the prompt sit, to make conversation for the time being so Arya was left with something she considered a bit of a weakness: polite conversation with strangers. "Uh, good evening."

The darker lioness snorted, and would have been more amused at the male taking note of their cleanliness (after she reassured herself that she was cleaner than her sister) and their likeness, but satisfied herself with mere joy at her sister's expense. Turning her shining eyes to the male, she giggled, "Good evening! I apologize on behalf of my sister. I'm afraid she is a bit lacking in composure." She beamed a small, ruthless little sneer at Arya before looking to the lion, "I'm Sansa, and this is Arya."

"A pleasure to meet you, Mandara." Arya picked up on his slightly awkward conversational skills as if he were not exactly comfortable, but considering her own verbal talents were lacking she was at a loss. Her golden eyes darted to her sister, unsure, as she flicked her tail self-consciously and sought some sort of alternative. She was a little relieved when Sansa wrapped up her mirth to take over the exchange.

"No place in particular. We are wanderers." The dark female looked him over, considering his demeanor before continuing as she set her behind daintily in the dirt, "Do you live near here? Or are you also a rogue?" Her bright eyes slid to the surrounding environment as if to search out some sort of den or pack. Her lips were still curled in a bemused smile, "We were born rogues and have been wandering since our mother died." She was free with information because it was something that could not be used against her, and because she was generally a chatterbox.