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Before Jasiri could reply to Teule, she spotted Mwali in the distance, getting closer to a heard of zebra. It was his first zebra hunt, and she watched excidedly. Her excitment soon turned to horror as she saw the zebra give a fierce kick, and she saw Mwali laying there on the ground. In a flash she was next to Sukutu. As she neared the lions side she could feel hot tears of worry rushing down her face. "Mwali! Are you alright Mwali!?" She stood next to him, and gently bent down to lick his bloody wounds.

The young lions ear's perked up on the top of his head, swiveling towards the lion before his pale eyes looked towards the golden queen of the Pride Lands before slinking their way back to look at the crimson creature that now sat infront of them.
"He's hurt your majesty..." He said in a gentle yet stern voice.
He then snorted at his words arrougauntly, like any teen would before he nodded his head towards the small droplets of blood the lion had coughed up earlier, he knew he was lying, heck nobody could've come out without being trampeled alive un-scathed.
The juvenille that lowered his head towards the blood and sniffed at it, it was the males for sure, he could smell it, he then straightened up and looked at the creature Jasiri had just now called 'Mwali' with a stern look.
"This blood says otherwise!" He said gruffly. "Besides what were you thinking attacking it from the rear??"
He spoke as though he was a father lecturing to his cubs, when really he was talking a fully grown adult male Firekin lion, that was perfectly capable of looking after himself, so he was a little surprised by his falter.
Never the less he just continued looking into the lions deep green eyes, his tail twitching tensly as he waited for him to respond.

((Hubba what?? eek we're not near the border we're in the middle of the Pride Lands sweatdrop sorry))

Maawios mother had not answered her, so biding her time she made her way to the watering hole. The sun was beaming upon her and she yawned lazily before padding off in the direction that her sense indicated her to. She blinked the sunlight away from her pupils and turned her back before slumping to the ground and scanning her sapphire eyes around the savvanah. She sighed and pawed the sand beneath her, feeling a trickle of sweat fall down her back. She yawned once again and blinked into the sun, letting it reflect off her eyes. She ran lightly to the watering hole, and the zebra perched on the edge of a rock departed. Honestly, what did the zebra think she was going to do? She was a youth, and not really that dangerous at all. Maawio licked a paw and gulped up some of the clear water, her tongue appreciating the moisture that she drank so hungrily.

Nala could see that the wild dog would defend itself if provoked, while she had no intention of provoking it, she knew she'd be safe if anything did happen. There werent many creatures stupid enough to attack a lion with other members of the Pride present.

Nala's attention soon left the dog though and returned to the Queen. Plunging back through the grass, she approached the mighty lioness, slowing her step as she neared and bowing her head a bit before inquiring, "Would you like me to return back to the den and get help?" she asked, looking up into the Queen's ruby eyes.

Haveo felt quite lonely walking there all by himself. He had a strong urge to go back to the group of lions and lionesses even if he risked getting killed. He found himself next to a small lake. Haveo pawed the water gently while starring into his reflection. Violet eyes scanned his oddly patterned fur. Black here and there, yellow here and there, and few white splotches here and there. There wasn't any pattern there actually.

Haveo glared at himself before he took his time lapping up the cool water. As his pink tongue lapped up the refreshing liquid he thought whether to go back or not. He backed away from the lake just looking at his surroundings just memorizing it. He nodded to himself and ran back to where he came from.

Upon arriving he noticed that none of the lions or lionesses were there...but a trail of blood was. Haveo looked ahead and then began to follow the trail determined to find them.

Haveo scrambled up onto his feet and growled at the young lion. His legs were shaking, tail just barely tucked between his legs; but he still held strong ears pressed tightly against his neck. After a moment or so he eased up a bit though he still kept his distance. "I'm f-f-fine." Haveo tried his best to not let his nervousness shine through his voice but couldn't help it. All the stories the hyenas told him got to him deeply.

Haveo backed up even more but a rock slipped underneath his foot. He fell unto his stomach and looked up at the lion at his mercy. Don't let this be the end...

Ngoyen wandered along, daydreaming away. It was a bad habit of his, but he continued on, smile plastered across his muzzle. Then, a pebble from a rock above him conked him on his head, bringing him back. "where am i?" he muttered aloud. Slowly he looked around him, wondering how he had gotten there.