"Her name is Siti," Jasiri'ka chuckled cheerily, smiling at Omoa. He listened as she talked about finding a true friend, and nodded in agreement. That sounds logical, and true. Some people tend to get along very well within minutes of their first meeting and become fast friends after; he hoped that he will have that kind of luck.

The lion nodded again, this time at the question, and grinned, "I'm ready." Then, he stepped into the territory of Simbafutaji, looking forward to look to the pride as a home.

A permanent home.

{And that ends it!}