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He shrugged as much as he could with a wounded shoulder, "Many reasons... where I came from my days were just like the day before. I never had to do anything for myself and I was tired of being a useless pile of fur and bones whose only purpose was to rule if his brother died. I don't want a pride of my own... too much responsability and I was never taught how to manage anything. I came for a new life... and hopefully..." he took a shy glance to Koho, his whiskers flaring a but- the equivilant of a feline blush, looking to his paws he completed his sentance, "A mate to share it with." That was a bit embarassing but he might as well say it. Keep honest not just with himself but with the female and the rest of her pride as well.

He sunk further into his mane, watching the male carefully now. Animals had an almost sixth sense when it came to emotion, they could smell them in eachother- that's how many things in nature accured. One would know another's mood by their scent and base decisions on wheather or not to approach or dare to even look in their direction. Mwali could smell anger dispite the young one's attempts at masking it physically. He was doing quite well- if not for his claws and his scent he would look quite happy with everything. What could have set off such a dangerous emotion though? Mwali retraced his words for anything offensive in them and upon finding none he was slightly more confused. Hearing the question he looked away again, making a little circle in the dirt with his good paw, "It was my first hunt...."

He smiled as Jasiri approached and broke the awkward moment. Bless her and her kind heart for her timing. He didn't want the pride to know that he wasn't a good hunter... or any other kind of hunter for that matter. He felt terrible... still he wasn't hardly working for his meals. Even the mouthfull that Jasiri brought him seemed like more than he deserved. He smiled either way and thanked her with a lick to her forehead. Turning to the food his stomache twisted in all sorts of knots- the zebra had done a good number on his chest and gut. Blood still leeked from his mouth from where damage on his insides was dealt. He wans't sure if he could handle even a little bite. He had to try though. Bending down he pulled a very small chunk from the meat, chewing it carefully and tilting his head back in an attempt to swallow. It felt like swallowing thorns, hitting his stomache it was almost like another kick to the gut. He bore his teeth and covered his eyes again with the paw- trying to hide the twisted expression of pain. A silent curse under his breath was all he could get out to imply the cause for his actions.

As soon as the weight of the prince was off her body, Koho collapsed to the ground, the sweet cool earth eased the blood through her veins. Her muscle were angry with her, but she refused to show weakness, a thought that was magnified as Sukutu came suddenly into her sight. She smiled at the young one, they grew up so fast. She purred a soft greeting to him, exhaustion laping at the edges of her amber eyes. She listened to the strained conversation, creases coming to her brow as she felt the tension, it really wasn't fair the way everyone treated Mwali.... If he was willing to bow to Mufasa's leadership, then he had every right to be included in the family. Still, he would need to be taught as a cub would be, he didn't seem to have any knowledge of how to survive as a lion. Perhaps after he had learned he would find a nice lioness and form his own pride. To survive to that day however, he needed to be healed. Standing, despite the protest of her muscles, she moved to sit next to the injured prince. She batted a few flies away from one wound, lowering her muzzle to his fur and proceeding to groom away the blood. It needed to be cleaned and then perhaps they could find some of those big leaves to cover the major cuts with, just to keep the bugs and dirt out.

As Jasiri brought the meat to Mwali, Koho smiled to the lioness, she was young and would grow into a beautiful adult, a good addition to the pride, just like Mwali would be when he learned the skills of being a lion.

((Woot! She looks so schmexy!))

"Yeah, I hunt. But I don't know what one would hunt here, I'm new to this place too. Though I did see some older lion hunting the stiped animal but those are pretty big. I think they have gazelles though, we could hunt those. They're pretty fast but if we ambush 'em maybe we'll get one." Haveo felt pretty excited from the thought of hunting. He hadn't done an actual hunt for awhile. Thoughthe thought of hunting with lions unnerved him; lions beat him in strength and he wasn't sure about stamina though.

Sarabi sighed in releif when they reached Priderock. She dropped her share of the caracass and said a soft thank-you as Jasiri went by. Her crimson eyes caught sight of that rasckal Sukutu with Mwali and Koho. She still fumed that he had abandoned her, but she was too tired and sore at the moment to go and beat some sense into him. Her limp was more pronounced now as she climbed up Priderock to lay at the tip that jut out. With the sun warming her gold fur, she proceeded to fastidiously clean her fur of blood and dust. When all trace of imperfection was gone and her fur was damp from licking, she stretched out on the warm rock, quickly falling into a doze.

((hehe, they'd have cute little cubbies. whee ))