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Finding a suitable place to begin her climb, she sets to it, digging in her sharp little claws for extra purchase as she starts the ascent. In physical appearance - and a little in attitude - she's quiite like her father, and though she's quite strong for her size, she's also very small for her age, and always has been. It's definitely more than his colouring that she inherited from him. For anyone who has seen him, she says "I am spawn of Nyekundu" all over. But there's a bit of Denge in there, too, make no mistake. While little Ny is strong, she's not compact and muscular like her father. Rather, as befits a female, she has the more slender figure of her mother. All in all, though, she seems to be more her father's daughter than her mother's.

She shakes her head as she gets into the climb, finding it easier than she expected but still harder than what she was accustomed to. "Up here is fine, Liza," she says, with just a tinge of impatience edging into her voice. She's started this now, and she'll damn well finish it. And going through the get-Liza-to-pick-out-his-own-cave fiasco once is quite enough, thank you very much. A second time, and she really might cff him round the ear. Her patience was infamously short - yet another trait from Nyek, it seemed - and she could very easily become impatient with Liza, even though he had tugged at her heartstrings as she begun to see the extent of what his mother had done to him.

As she reached the top of the climb, she paused a moment to stretch her muscles, rolling her shoulders. Most of her muscles felt the strain fairly well, but there were no aches, which was good. Perhaps she was more in shape than she had previously thought. Her heart rate was only a little more accelerated than usual, and her heavier breathing wasn't yet at the point one would call "laboured". All in all, it was a good thing.

With a glance back at Liza, perhaps to see if he was all right, she walked cautiously toward the cave. She hadn't really met anyone here besides Rahima, Nogea and Ewansiha. She preferred to wander alone, avoiding others. So this cave could, in fact, belong to someone else. And they might not be happy having a young lioness just out of cubhood bound into their home. But as she approached the mouth of the den, a quick sniff told her that all scents were old, old, old. No one had been here in a long time, and not surprising, with that damned climb to get up here.

She trotted inside, sitting on a rock out of habit to increase her height. "Looks good, Liza."

What orders would she have for him, really? She was used to finding what she needed herself, and the few things she couldn't get were obtained by her mothers and provided for her. She really had a charmed and easy life here, although she'd never been without it, so could not fully appreciate it. In truth, she'd not given him a single order yet; the ride had been all his idea, offering a piggyback. And really, it was no trouble for him; she weighed next to nothing, small and slender as she was.

Her rather sharp crimson eyes caught the motion of hiding his yawn, even if her ears had not caught the slight sound, and her head tilted as she watched him. She was beginning, she felt, to understand him, and something told her that he wasn't going to sleep until she told him to, or at least until he was sure she needed nothing more from him.

"You should get some sleep, Liza," she says abruptly, acting as if she hadn't noticed the yawn. Most likely he'd get distressed again. Instead, she tried to make it look as though the thought had just occured to her. "I need to see my family. They will be wondering where I've gone to."

She hops from the rock, having another satisfying stretch, then moves to the mouth of the cave, pausing. Waiting for him to say something, probably.

She was a little surprised at how he just dropped off like a rock, but she supposed he was tired, after travelling the Gods knew how many miles to reach here. It made her smile, actually, an unusually affectionate smile, and it surprised even her. She didn't smile quite like that too often. It's a shame he wasn't awake to see a miracle as it happened.

Shaking her head and chuckling softly, she turned and padded silently out of the cave, ready to slip and slide down the slope.