U'yosi lay still for a while longer, enjoying the silent company of another. He was not a lion of very many words, more one of actions; it was what had kept him moving through the time of plague and loneliness, the action of searching. He slowly rolled over and got to his feet, staring up at the sky, dark mane ruffling slightly in the hot wind. Vultures were now circling overhead, and his thick ears pricked as he caught the faint whining bark-cackle of a hyena in the distance. Not much there for the scavengers to now eat, but it would probably be wise to move onward now, perhaps to find some shade. The tilt of his head and shoulders clearly indicated to the elder lion his unspoken question about moving. With much to think about, U'yosi need not feel he had to talk.