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Zuraya didn't know how long they had been walking. Days, she knew, but she'd lost track of how far they'd gone. She wasn't used to so much travel at one time and was exhausted, but she kept going because the the male who had brought her with him might be displeased if she stopped without his permission. Maybe. Zuraya didn't know what would set him off, so she was sure all this time to be extra sensitive just in case. All her compliance still didn't seem to have any effect on him, at least as far as she saw. For all she could tell, he didn't even like her, and so she was left wondering why he was dragging her out into the middle of nowhere.

He hadn't told her his name yet, and Zuraya hadn't asked. She thought the less she spoke, the better. But now as her paw pads ached and her fur burned with the heat of the sun, she dared to risk his ire and asked, “...Can we rest?”

Here she was, a fully grown lioness, a banu proper. The only problem is that Isra, at present, was still in her father's harem. Not that she disliked living amongst her relations, it was just that she felt beyond ready to go off to belong to someone else. Having being taught to hunt by her mother and grandmother, she had the skills and she naturally possessed the demeanor that would make a good banu, but things were just playing out a little slower for her. Patience was a virtue, and one that she firmly held to.

Her day would come. Until then, she would do as she was told and do well by her father, even if the close press of his personal banu and her various half-siblings were a bit much from time to time. Such times as those drove her out to hunt. Where there was open air and space that she may move in. On such trips, the dark lioness made sure to take her time. There was no point in rushing to land some choice prey after all and it would grant her some time to herself.

Isra paused to stretch, front legs, then back before continuing her tracking. There had been a deal of movement of various prey beasts as of late, both large and small. Having no particular target in sight, the female listened, keeping her body low in the grasses.

What was that? Voices? Isra rose up, ears swiveling to help pinpoint the origin. They didn't sound familiar, granted it would be a lie if she were to say that she recognized every soul in the pride just from the sounds of their voices. From the sound of things, it was a male and a female so it wouldn't be proper to just out and address them first. Following the sound of movement and voices, Isra made her way closer. Perhaps they were lost, or one of the young Pads returning from their quest, or maybe they were here for a reason. Hm. If they weren't familiar with the pride's traditions, maybe an introduction could be asked for, if it wasn't freely given.

When she spoke her name, he nodded gruffly noting it to his memory. When she asked his name, he sneered, but figured if she were to be his, she should at least know what to call him. He looked at her as if he was doing her a favor, and cleared his throat.

"Ouran. But I am Master Ouran to you in public." He warned. He didnt mind if she used his name only around the den, but he was to be completely adored outside of the den. He was all about appearances. He was going to make himself look powerful, and this was one way to do it.

"Stop." He commanded, flicking an ear as he heard the crunch of grass. He knew someone was approaching, and he used his nose to scent the air. Female. A dark grin came over his features, and he looked at Zuraya with an amused gaze.

"I think we have company."
Looking back out towards the grasses, he chuckled once more.

"Come out, come out, whereever you are."

When Ouran commanded her to stop, Zuraya did without thinking. It was only after she'd already stopped that she thought about how quickly she obeyed him, but she was more interested now in who he was looking for. She hadn't sensed anyone. So she stayed quiet and listened.

When the other female came out of cover, Zuraya looked her over curiously. She seemed so... demure. Was she shy, maybe? Zuraya had never seen a lioness bow her head like that before when giving a greeting, and she assumed it might be a sign of respect? Her family had never done that, anyway. Zuraya had heard of these lands before, and Ouran had before mentioned them as their destination. She sighed with relief as she felt that perhaps now all the walking was over, at least.

Zuraya was also ignorant of custom. So when the lioness spoke, she bowed her head in a similar way to her and responded, “I'm Zuraya. Nice to meet you.”

The other female's greeting caused her eyes to widen for a moment in surprise and mild shock, before she dropped her gaze to her paws when the male chastised the lioness, Zuraya, for speaking out of turn. Perhaps if she got a chance to speak with this new lioness alone, she could bring her up to speed on the ways of the pride so as to avoid future fussing and potential beating.

Isra lifted her head to look to the male. She nodded her head and rose to her paws. "Oh, yes, of course. Please, do follow me." She turned and motioned for them to follow. She made certain to not get too far ahead and indicated the major places of interest, socializing places, the denning area, off where the preferred hunting grounds were, so on and so forth. Her brief and thorough tour ended in the heart of the pride territory. She turned to the pair and dipped in another bow. "If you have any more questions, I'm sure any number of us would be willing to try and answer them for you, or if you'd prefer to seek me out for those questions, my name is Isra and I'm around." She offered before nodding a polite farewell and excused herself back to her familial den.

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