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Ngoyen fluffs his main, hearing a sound in the brush. He lifted his head, sniffing the air. He could smell nothing. Letting his mind wander to other things, Ngoyen clambered up a rock to get a bearing on his surroundings. Everything was unfamiliar. He was begginning to be afraid he was lost.

The large bustard was picking at a locust inbetween thorns when he heard the movement of heavy paws.

Kori immediately stopped himself from his insect-hunting and looked up and around, only to see a very grey.. Fluffball.

Calming down, he went back to the locust in his sights, trying to pick it out of the thorns without poking his own eyes out. Having a shorter beak than most did not help him.

Finally the thing decided to laugh at him by flying off. Kori's grey neck feathers puffed out in annoyance.

"Kori will get you, Locust!" he said to the insect, opening his large wings and flapping them to get a good hieght over the bushed, and catch the bug in midflight.

As if showing off his prize, he landed with grace near the rock in which the grey rogue sat, cocking his head to one side to the other before guzzuling down the trophy.

It took a moment for Kori to figure out what he was looking at. Grey furballs didn't really look like much of anything to him, but then he figured it out. It was a lion.

Kori's neck feathers puffed out again, his brown tail spreading out and up like a peacock's while his wings outstretched.

"What white lion do in Kori's territory!" he squaked.

Kori's wings flapped and he jumped backward so the paw couldn't reach him.
The giant bird gave a bite of his beak in warning.

"What you trying to do? Kori too big for you!" he reputed, brown eyes glaring at the grey lion.

If a bird could laugh, this one did.

"Kori! Afraid of white fluffball?!" His wings drooped to the ground, and the bustard's neck also went down. Reminded him of a Turkey, if he knew what it was.

"No lion hunt Kori! No Lion big enough!"
Kori rose his wings above him, trying to make himself appear taller than he truly was.

"White fluffball should be afraid of Kori!"

Kori looked proud that he had won, and smoothed his feathers while tucking his wings in.

"Thorn bushes," he answered.
"Many Locusts for Kori. Kori no care for lion land perimeters."

Wokovu wasn't much taller than the pup, if he was at all. A playful grin was plastered on his face as he cocke dhis head at the pup.. "What are you?" he asked, quite innocently and interested. His favorite thing about the new lands was probably all of the new creatures.
Like the black and white stripped things.. zee-brah. and the big grey things. Those were HUGE. and now this! He puffed up eagerly tail waving in the air while waiting for the responce.

Mwali remained seated for a long moment, his head drooped low as he struggled to catch the breath that had been knocked from him. Blood dripped from his maw down his chin and to the ground but he would brush dust over it to hide it from the worried cub. His wounded shoulder made getting up quite the task, he leaned most of his weight to the less critical side and limped a few steps, trying his best to walk forward. Pain shot through his body until he simply laid himself down again. Walking was too much of a bother, his head throbbed with each attempted step and his body simply protested. He looked up to Jasiri, forcing a bit of a smile to his face, "I'm all right. I just need to catch my breath is all. Go on- help the queen with the kill, I'm sure it's very heavy."