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Petite Nyunya was wandering through this early morning fog, to the left of Liza's line of sight. She'd snuck out of her den before the sun had peeked above the horizon this morning, fully intent to finally cross the boarder that separated her lands and the Pridelands. Though, now she was here, she felt that same doubt that had always kept her rooted to Umande'mfuni lands. With a sigh, she came to a stop, letting crimson eyes scan the mist as she shook salmon fur out of her eyes. That's when she saw Liza.

She tilted her head a little. Yet another stranger in the lands. So many were travelling here recently. First lion stranger she'd seen in a while though. Ny remained silent, waiting for him to notice her as her black-tufted tail swept back and forth.

At his tone and stuttering, Ny's vermilion eyes went a bit wide. They immediately darted around. She wasn't stupid (far from it, in fact, probably something she got from her father, because Denge was somewhat lacking in that department), and if something scared this big male, for scared he did sound, she knew that it would most likely scare her, too. Little did she know he was afraid of her. It's hardly a surprise she'd not think that. Even her younger siblings had not even a twinge of fear for her. They were all nearly as big as her, you see. She so hoped she'd start growing before they grew larger than she. It would be embarrassing; no doubt Feddy would rub it in as much as possible. He already knew she had a size issue.

She took a few steps closer to Liza, still glancing around somewhat nervously. "You're not intruding," she murmurs almost absently. "What's made you so frightened?" Her question was, as usual, horridly blunt and to the point. No beating around the bush for her.

Somewhere in all that stuttering, she'd managed to hear that he was frightened of a master. As she looked down at his cringing form, her brow furrowed in cofusion. He was afraid of this master of his, and yet he was cowering before her. HER. She was hardly taller than him when he grovelled like this. It was certainly confusing her. Of course, she might have used her wit to figure out he was bowing in fearful subservience to her, but the idea was so ludicrous it simply didn't enter her mind.

In the end, she put a tiny paw against one of his shoulders and gave a weak nudge. "Stop that. Sit up. Please." She didn't use please and thank you often, but this male was clearly frightened. Perhaps a little politeness wasn't too much to do. "Where is this master of yours?" Her tone is a little gentler this time. And she should know, she supposed. He seemed a real character, to instil such fear in an adult male like this.

She blinked, surprised. She was his master? That could hardly be right. He could squash her like a bug should he wish to! Her crimson eyes narrowed a little, suspecting, at first, she was being tricked in some way. But her brain caught up with the jumping to conclusions, and she paused, her expression softening once more. He had honestly been frightened... of her, apparently. You can't fake fear that strong, at least not convincingly. He really was afraid of her. The thought makes her smile a little. To her slightly vain and egotistical mind, this was wonderful. But common sense made her not trust this completely.

Time for a test.

Sadly, though, she couldn't think of anything she'd want him to do. She hardly needed anything; her mothers provided everything for her and never left her wanting for anything. So what was she to do with this... servant? "If I'm your master," she says slowly after a moment, "you'll be staying here, will you not?"

Her ears perked up at the last. A lift? Now that sounded interesting. She did enjoy being carried around, but convincing either of her mothers to do such a thing took effort. She didn't expend effort unless she had to. "A lift. Yes. That would be nice." She smiled, then tilted her head at him again. "You don't need to stammer so. You can relax." She took a short pause. "You have a name? I'm Nyunya."

She took a long look around, considering the landscape she knew well. She would have to find him somewhere to stay and sleep. She doubted Denge and Ithi would appreciate a male moving into their den, and she didn't think they'd be too thrilled with him being Nyunya's... servant. No, it was best for this big yellow and black male not to meet her family. Not yet, anyway. Possibly not ever, if she could manage it.

"Liza." She nods, letting the name roll on her tongue. "I like it. We have to find you somewhere to sleep, though, Liza." Nyunya hopped daintily onto his back, shifting her form until she had settled herself comfortably, laid across him like she truly did own him. Although, she supposed, in his mind, she did. It was going to take some getting used to, that's for sure.

"Head that way," she says, vaguely gesturing with a paw, "and follow my scent until you come to a slope leading up to a set of caves, ok?" That was her home; while he wouldn't be sleeping there, she wanted him close by. And he would probably want to be near her, too.

As they approached the fairly steep incline, she once more daintily leapt from his back. She shook her fur lightly, puffed the stubborn long fur that continually fell into her eyes out of her line of sight, and then started up the hill. "Come on. This way," she calls quietly over her shoulder. She moves on, sure-footed paws making not a sound as she creeps up the slope.

She doesn't realise it, but she adopts the slinking stride of a hunting predator. It's an instinctual reaction to wanting to move stealthily up this hill, so as not to alert her family to her presence. Any one of them finding out would most likely put an end to this strange new relationship that had developed between her and Liza. Of course, she would probably never see herself as his master. Probably as just the dominant friend. And she really did need a friend who lived closer than the Graveyard.