Kifijo scowled at his son, wiggling his tail to tickle Paki's muzzle.
"I don't get lost. And I don't see what the big deal is with women and insisting on asking for directions," he muttered. "I mean, you go in the general direction until you find something. Tada. You're fine. But noooooo, Tana just has to ask for directions to make sure we're not lost."
He grumbled to himself, muttering incoherent words with his deep voice.
"Heh. I know, and Nitesh would be so entirely happy about it. So would you, for that matter, and probably your sisters. Tana would freak out at every little thing when she's not pulling us over for directions," (he grumbled a few more times for good measure) "which will be...chaotic, for lack of a better word, when you combine her to me and you four. And probably Riku and Bakari, if they'd like to bring their families and mates along."
"Son, I think in some prides, squishing frogs is illegal. Sorry, cub. We don't like paying fines."