He was half dead and his head still hurt. But Ea wasn't on his back anymore. Her concerns were elsewhere, on the more sicker members of the pride and their uncertain future. This gave Veru more then enough time to free himself from the savage firekin. Surely there was no point in staying, logic told him. They were running out of water, and in time, chaos was bound to erupt. Veru liked to take things easy and as unburdened as possible. Leaving was certainly in character.
And yet, he hadn't.
In fact over the past few days he'd been formulating a plan. He wasn't well yet, but he was getting stronger. Certainly strong enough to start showing this lot that he was not just a liability. Well. Maybe he was always a liability, but not in the way that one might think. The white lion had, for better or worse, decided that this was his home. And gods help him, because they were all insane.
To become a member, he needed a proper duel. He understood that. The last duel hadn't gone so well, and had ended him up in this situation in the first place. [But on the other hand, being knocked senseless by a charming, amazonian lioness was never really a bad thing...] What was he thinking of, again? Oh yes. Dueling. He had a feeling this was about to be a curbstomp battle, but at least he could look like he was doing something other than stealing all the pride's water. And ladies.
There was a spot most of the patrols took a rest at, and seemed to be the hotspot for rogues looking to duel. Although he knew many of the faces, he decided to go towards someone he did not. He didn't do everything without logic, after all. "Alright chums," the white lion intoned. "I'm offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity to try and beat me!"
"You may start a line here," he continued. As if to demonstrate, he tapped the sand with his paw. "There's no rush."
