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The day dawned golden and Mirsajadi took it as a good sign, although he was not usually one to look for signs and omens. In fact, if he had been the sort to look for such things, it was likely that he would probably see only the bad in them, and none of the good, since his personality was not one given to optimism. He would have scorned the title "pessimist," but he was too much of a realist to deny that he was something of a cynic, as well as as a realist. However, the golden sunlight and the gentle breeze convinced the striped adolescent that this would be a good day. It was the beginning of his first full day alone in the rogue lands. He had parted company with the others from his litter who had set out with him a little before sunset the night before, choosing solitude over security. He had known he would be alone soon enough, and so he saw no reason to put it off. Besides which, Mirsajadi was thoroughly sick of his family, and more than ready to part ways with them.

Gintare was feeling her age that morning. She wasn't really old, but she was old enough that her cubs, had they still been with her, would have been adults. Just the thought of that fact made her feel old. Fortunately, none of her five cubs were around to remind her of her age, and in their absence she mostly managed not to think of them. She had never been much of a mother, and once her guilt about losing Jakyra had left her she had more or less ceased to think or wonder about her or the others. She was simply feeling old that morning because she had dreamed again of Arindam, which hadn't happened in a long time. She hated dreaming about him, because she always woke dissatisfied and desirous, and she was always alone. Even when she took lions back to her den and enjoyed them, none had been as right for her as Arindam had been. Still, there was really only one thing to be done to deal with the issue at hand, and that was to find someone to satisfy her.

There came a point where the grass along the bank of the stream simply gave up, it seemed, and Mirsajadi was found that he had been thrust out of hiding and into the open. Not that he'd really been hiding, but he had not been walking in the open. The lack of effort on his part to be quiet meant that his presence would still have been obvious, but he felt better being at least visually concealed. Now he was standing on the bare bank of the stream, looking across the water at a lioness older than he with a dark coat and eyes the color of amber. She was fit and healthy looking, and he didn't really know what to make of her expression. It was predatory, but not in the same way he'd ever seen a lioness look predatory before. For one thing, she was looking at him and wearing that expression, and Mirsajadi was not at all used to being looked at as if he was a piece of meat, or something that could be enjoyed. It made him feel...he didn't know. "Why do you stare?" he asked.

Ah, he was one of those, Gintare thought as everything fell into place. She knew those tones, that way of speaking. He was one of the lions of the Ukuucha'Wafalme, a young pesar out to find himself a banu to take back so that he could claim the rank of pad and be a full adult in the pride. Those were always so entertaining. So full of themselves and their pride, and yet so very inexperienced in the ways of the world most of the time. It was always refreshing to show them that there was more to the land than their experience had yet encompassed, and to do a favor to their banu in teaching them to please a lioness in sexual congress. It was also fun to take their colossal egos down a peg or two by refusing to come back to their silly pride with them when they asked. And they usually asked. Some asked because they were foolish and equated sex with love, others asked because they wanted to enjoy her on a more permanent basis. She refused all. "To see," she said.

Mirsajadi recognized the challenge offered to him by the older lioness for what it was and wondered at it a little. She didn't know his name, even if she apparently knew something of his pride, which was an oddity he wanted to discuss later. At the moment, though, he was a healthy adolescent male with a very good idea that he was being propositioned, and there was not much he could do to ignore his suddenly raging hormones. "I'm not a cub, if that's what you're saying." He said nothing with regard to his stamina. In the area he thought she was referring to, he didn't know how much stamina he had. He had no experience of that sort, as she had implied. "And I am not so foolish as to believe that the life I've lead is all there is. I am greatly interested in learning and experiencing new things." It was as close as he was willing to come to admitting that he was a virgin. He thought he'd put it very well, all things considered, and wondered what would happen now.

Tare's grin grew sharper and wider as she anticipated what would come. This young lion could turn a phrase, and she could appreciate that, but what she would appreciate even more would be if he had some gods-given talent that he had yet to discover when it came to the carnal arts. She was willing to help him find out, and her expression and tone said as much. "Come with me, then, and let's see what we can do about broadening your horizons," she said, tilting her head coquettishly and twitching her rump and tail in a way she knew for a fact caught the attention of any male who happened to see her do so. If he wasn't completely swamped by lust, she would be very surprised. Now, if only he would prove to be a natural, things would be well and she could stop thinking about Arindam. In fact, she'd almost managed to put the large, dark lion from her mind completely, so absorbed was she in her present seduction of a completely different sort of lion.