Nguvu nodded, at least at the part where she mentioned one from outside. He knew that he wasn't too well liked by one of the Abaholi already, and he would prefer not to do anything to jeopardize his working relationship with the other. Nguvu had too much respect for the male leaders to think of such things, anyway.

But sparring. This was definitely his area. The pale lion was named for his strength as a cub, and thus had focused someone on it in the Roguelands. With little to do you had to think of something, and often he had trained.

"Well, I would not object to that... But who?" He pondered for a moment.


Andranis