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Coming closer into speaking distance of Kivuli, Ciyari opens her petite little mouth to say something - a cordial greeting, perhaps - but her attention is immediately stolen away by another creature in the vicinity. Her neck twists about, to spot something medium-sized and spotted - no, splotched - coming towards the twain. She stands a dignified, regal ground, ears lingering forwards atop her head in a friendly, if slightly aggressive manner. An appreciative eye rolls over the juvenile's form. Another not-adult...good. Ciyari has no love for the adults of her kind. But perhaps these two are part of a pride...? She sniffs, uncertainly, but speaks to keep the upper-hand.

"G'day," She offers, and for all you knew, you'd think she was an Empress granting a great favor, instead of a scruffy little orphan. Gaze shifts dubiously back to Kivuli. "I'm Ciyari, Queen of the Riverstar Pride. What names d'you two go by?" And then, politely, "...is this your lands?"

Eyes continued to be directed towards the pair of cubs, never truely leaving their figures. Thankfully, he hadn't been ignored, and the calls from the duo reach his ears, which instinctivly perk to better hear what they have to say. At the greetings of the lioness', a quiet smile spread across the males muzzle, and his gait was increased. Already he could sence the differences between the two.. one seemed be a little more shy, though the other was.. outgoing? A mild shake of his head was shown before he answered, thinking about Ciyari's questioning for a brief moment. "Uhm.. Hidalgo's the name and.. no? I've been a rogue since.. well.. forever," He stated bluntly, a brow quirking while he reached the cubs and slowly came to a halt. Wait.. QUEEN? A blank glance was shot towards Ciyari, the one who had spoken the most at this point. "..Beg your pardon.. but.. queen..? Aren't you.. uhm.. a little young for a queen.." He said slowly, eyeing the female curiously.

Ciyari eyes Kivuli warily. "It's north of here, alright. It was overthrown by evil pridals several moons back, and my Pa and I - he's a murderer for hire, really - were forced out of the lands. He's off bein' a mercenary so we can get enough to eat, so now I'm staying in Knight Maji's lands for awhile, whose family is all gone. My squire, Hodari, is also there." She adds, helpfully, all wide-eyed innocence.

She shoots a somewhat unloving look at the new juvenile male, pulling herself up as if affronted. "Of course I'm not. There's no age limit to it. When my Ma and family and everyone was killed, that made me the new Queen, Pa said." She pauses, tipping her head. "I suppose I shall one day go back and wreck vengence upon the evils my pride has suffered, but for now I'm an outlaw," She adds, cheerfully, slanting a sly look at the duo.

Kivuli listens with great interest. Assassins? Mercenaries? Outlaws? "It sounds like you've had a very exciting life, and you're still so young." She sits down and stares at the ground. "I'm a rogue. I've been a rogue for most of my life... A pride took me in when I was fairly young, but I got separated from them and I've been living on my own for a while now."

Kivuli nods slowly to Ciyari. "I suppose so... It's harder, but it is much better. You don't have to share food, you can go wherever you want whenever you want, you don't need to listen to anyone but yourself. I've learned a lot out here, lessons I never would have learned in a pride. I'm better off this way."

She glances at Hidalgo and her eyes soften slightly. He was most certainly unpolished, but there was something about him that almost made her sad.

"Pssssh.. No one needs a home to go to or someone to look after them," Hidalgo grunted, eyes narrowing towards Ciyari, however left the comment to himself about her second statement, assuming that she'd only find another snippy comment to add to it. "Ah well.. no use argueing over it," He muttered to himself, making his words difficult to understand while his eyes quickly shifting to the ground. Ciyari had made her point, and no further comments he would probably make could better the conversation on that certain subject. So, he pressed on, deciding to more or less agree with the feline, instead of upset her. Instead he looked to Kivuli, watching her figure for a moment before dropping down further into a laying position. Now their height, or a little shorter, his gaze swapped between the two, glancing back and forth as he remained silenced for the time being. It seemed they'd be in this particular spot, so he furthered along making himself comfortable and allowing himself to roll off to the side, making his appearance even shorter than before as a sigh was emitted, finally again speaking, cutting into the conversation again. "M'hm.. I agree with y'both on that one.. Rogue is the way to go.. harder.. but oh so much easier.." He stated the pitch in his tone unchanging as he went along speaking. Other than that, he really didn't say much, only watch, making it clear that his pride had been.. dampened.. by the conversation that he and Ciyari had had, taking it personal that he'd not commented back and won the battle of words against the feline.

-One small paw slid off of his head as he lifted it to gaze out at the landscape.. That voice.. It sounded vaguely familliar... Was that..?- "Ciyari?" -He hollared, scrambling to his feet..-Before he knew it, he had started sprinting, searching for her..- "Ciyari, is that you?"-He called out, skidding to a stop for a moment..-

"I'm over - " But before Ciyari can do more than call out, Hidalgo breaks into her words, and she glances back towards him. The frigidly cold stare doesn't deter the child, however...perhaps she's met too many like it already. Anger suddenly sprouts all over the child's features, ears darting back against her skull, muzzle opening to hiss as she fluidly gets to all fours, expression furious as only a little girl's can be.

"You're a miserable dung beetle!" The girl snarls, viciously, stepping back out of his immediate range. "And you have the brains of one, too!" You have to hand it to her; lier and scruffy little vagabond she may be, but she's got a pair of lungs on her. She continues, shrilly, whole form puffed up angrily. "You're just a scruffy, rude, arrogant little rogue who's jealous, 'cause you ain't got any family left to go home to!"