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The juvenile was wandering through the pride. He had no real destination in mind, he was just wandering around. His sister, 'Dama, was off doing her own thing and his father Kivuli'mwezi was home with their younger half siblings. That was a good reason in and of itself to be anywhere but the den.

He knew that the grownups were muttering here and there, but that was normal. The tone was positive though, and that was always good. Not that Kizev had any idea what his elders were talking about, nor did he really care. If it was important for him to know, someone would take the time to tell him. And 'Dama. Because if he had to know something, so did his twin sister. Even if they didn't spend the vast majority of every day together anymore, they were still very close and people tended to think of them as a set.

Kizev looked up at the unexpected call, to see who it was and who they were looking at. There weren't many lions around. In fact, there was only him and a purple grownup looking right at him! Oh. She was the one who had called out, and she was talking to him. The juvenile supposed that meant he should talk back to her.

"Hi," he replied shortly, looking up at her. She didn't look like anyone he knew, but it wasn't like he knew everyone in the Mwezi'Johari. He just knew how to pick out cousins and other relatives - and boy were there a lot of those.

"I'm Kizev," the boy replied shortly, looking Mziwanda up and down. Well, he'd already known she wasn't related to him. He supposed it wasn't much different to learn that she wasn't originally from the pride. He only had an imperfect understanding of what that meant, but he knew that he and 'Dama hadn't been born in the pride either, and wouldn't find out what class they were in until they were adolescents.

"It's kind of hard to interrupt someone if they're not doing anything to begin with," he pointed out. As a juvenile, the young lion had no responsibilities and only slightly more restrictions as to where he could be and what he could do.

Lavender eyes widened as the lioness started talking. A lot. Kizev thought she might be talking more than anyone else he'd ever met. True, he hadn't met that many people, but still! SHE TALKED A LOT.

Truthfully, he didn't know how to respond once she finally stopped talking. She wanted him to stick with her for a while? Well, it wasn't like he had anything else to do, and it seemed kind of mean to say "no". The boy sighed.

"Sure, I guess," he answered the not-quite-question.

Wow, she really did talk a lot. He hadn't ever met anyone who talked that much before, was it because she hadn't been born here? He couldn't say for certain, lacking in experience and information. But then she stopped rambling and asked him questions.

"I wasn't born here," he replied slowly (perhaps all the more slowly because of how much she'd talked), "but I've lived here for as long as I can remember. My dad's here, and all his family."

He wasn't sure that actually answered the question. But then again, he wasn't sure that she really knew what questions she wanted to ask.

Kizev's eyes widened as Mziwanda said she wanted to meet his family. She'd said that there were more lions in the pride than she'd ever seen before...the same would probably hold true for his family alone! Even Kizev hadn't met all his far-flung cousins! She probably didn't even realize what she was saying. So he focused on what she'd asked him.

Did he like it here? That was a strange question. He supposed that, as a grownup, she had chosen to come here. So that must me that she wanted to be here. But he...he was just here. Not that he'd really wondered about much outside the pride lands, he knew such a place existed, but it wasn't of any real interest to the juvenile. An academic problem.

"I don't remember anything else," he answered with a shrug. "Yeah, I like it."

The boy blinked. She wanted to tell him stories about places outside the Mwezi'Johari? He supposed it would be different, but wasn't certain that he wanted to hear. Why would he ever need to know about places outside the pride lands?

"No thanks," he answered politely. He could always ask his dad for stuff like that.

The white lion cocked his head to the side as he looked up at Mziwanda. She looked so confused at his polite rejection. Well, maybe he just wasn't in the mood for stories, okay? He was allowed!

Now she wanted him to show her around? Well, he supposed he could do that. Kizev took a breath and gave the purple lioness a smile. "Sure. Follow me."

Who knew, maybe he could get into some places a juvenile wasn't usually allowed!