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Ihlo was an excellent shield, indeed, and Jini had become quite self-assured and content while she hid behind the other female, making somewhat rude faces at Sairin.

It wasn't until their mother moved that she spotted the third cub and, slightly put-off by his shyness which she mistook for lack of interest, Jini wandered over to him.

"Why don't you come and play?" she asked, wondering if she'd frightened him too.

Perhaps sneakiness wasn't the best way to make friends. She sighed and mentally kicked herself for not realizing that earlier.

Ihlo was revelling in this sudden shift of power to the girl's side of things. She continued to lightly bop his nose, unaware of her living shield - aka mother - moving away from the youngsters. As Sairin swiped, it was now time for Ihlo to wrestle and tumble.

"Rah!" she tried to emit any kind of scary-sound, but wasn't all that impressive in the end.

She pounced onto her brother and tried to intiate a tumble-ball between them.

Harabu had been wandering about, letting memories return of his childhood. Things had changed so much.

His ears pricked at the sound of voices. He turned to head towards them, stopping suddenly as a familiar black and white female came into view. He snorted, watching them for a while. What was she doing here? He didn't think for a second that the cubs with her were his, it wasn't like the were instantly recognisable as his kids.

((Dun dun duuuun!))

Ah, he was socialising... Finally. Ishara smiled, watching Tota talk with Jini a moment. Her gaze soon turned to her older two, raising an eyebrow at the fighting. It was rather cute to watch, and it amused her, but she would break it up soon enough.

One ear flicked. Someone was near by... Sniffing the winds, the lioness looked around before her eyes fell upon a dark lion in the distance. She couldn't see him clearly, but she could tell he wasn't Asi or anyone related or who had much contact with someone related to the mocha lion. Naturally, she got defensive and stepped between the other lion and the four playing cubs.

Sairin had spun to bat at Ihlo when he spotted Ishara's movement and spun to see where she was looking, straightening as if his pride had never been wounded. Rapidly the cub was by his mother, sniffing the air and bristling. If Mother was unhappy, then bad things were present.

And nobody harmed or upset Mother. Nobody.

Harabu smirked as he walked closer.

"What are you doing here?" He pratically demanded from Ishara, he didn't speak harsh, it was more out of shock and a little worry.

He was fully grown now and though his mane was rather fluffy he was still looked pretty much the same. The black lion had just walked into something that might not be exactly... good.

Sairin eyed the older male, listening to his tone as well as watching his posture, before deciding he did not like this lion's tone with his mother. A dull cub-growl emitted from his vocal cords as he hunkered/

That stranger better not come any closer!

As the male came closer, Ishara was on the defensive. But something about his scent rang familiar... She realised, after glancing down at the three cubs that had come with her, that this was the same lion from earlier on. She looked back up at the dark male. "I could ask you the same question... I came here to give my cubs a safe place to live. And why are you here?" She kept herself between him and the cubs, just in case he tried anything. But she wasn't a very big lioness. There were others bigger. Indeed, this was where her eldest son got his small stature from.