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Janga was still getting used to the vision thing. They had started not that long ago, and he hadn't been expecting them at all. Though he had learned quickly that it was something called a seer ability, and it wasn't the result of any kind of brain trauma. He supposed it must have come from his bloodline, though he didn't really know why. Somehow, it just seemed like it explained the whole thing.

In any case, he was still getting the hang of using his visions- making sense of them. Thankfully, the last one he'd had was very clear. He'd seen a bunch of thorns and his good friend Dayo somewhere within them, stuck. Enough had been clear that he'd been able to figure out where the patch of thorns was, and he just needed to make his way over. A part of him still thought he would go and nothing would happen. That it was just a normal dream. But that wasn't the case. In the past, he'd seen things and they'd come true, even if he had not acted on them.

Acting on them, in fact, seemed a way to change fate.

He found the thorns without much trouble, and spotted the lioness with what looked like a kill trying to wiggle around within. He poked his head in at the opening, not venturing in just yet. "Hello!" he offered, "it looks like you could use a bit of help!"

"It's me," he chuckled lightly, though he was trying not to enjoy the scene too much, "Are you okay?" if she was getting pricked by the thorns, he imagined he needed to help her out. He frowned thoughtfully, not really able to see where the animal had gotten snagged from his position. He imagined they were going to need to switch views if he was going to help her. Hopefully she wasn't all caught up in the thorns herself.

That would make things much more complicated.

"Why don't you leave the kill there a moment and come out if you can," he offered, "I'll try and pull it out for you- thorns have a habit of getting in my mane and not my flesh, so I have a better shield for this kind of thing, I think." Plus, he had hadaya blood in him.

He was used to thorns.

Janga chuckled. He didn't mind if she wanted to come up with another option once she was out of the thicket- kills were very important to lions, and he really didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to take hers from her, even if he knew she wouldn't think that way about him. It was just an unspoken rule that lions dealt with their own kills, and other lions needed to butt out, unless something went wrong or they were working together to take down something bigger.

He didn't want to step on her paws, he just wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt by all those little thorns. That was his primary concern.

The meal wouldn't mind a few puncture wounds one way or another, he imagined.

"It was almost something someone from my family would do!" He laughed once she joined him. It seemed like she was alright, though there were a couple of thorns sticking in her. "Hold still," he offered, "let me get those out for you. I don't really like your porcupine impersonation."

Janga worked on removing the thorns carefully. He didn't want to hurt her, or do something that would totally embarrass her and himself. Like fall on top of her or get one of the thorns in him while trying to get them out of her.

All things he was capable of doing.

"Haha, we don't want them!" He replied with a laugh as he worked, "but I don't really want YOU to have them, either. Maybe we can find a big jerk to toss in there some time or something." He was trying to be jovial about the whole thing, but he was feeling a little concerned. Even if she seemed to be alright, he couldn't help but worry about her. She was very important to him and his family.

This kind of thing... he didn't like it.

"There. Did I get them all?"

Janga laughed. "That does sound like a good plan." He didn't hate hyenas, really, though he had never met one. But he had heard stories from the other pride members and, from what he had gathered, they weren't very good animals. Maybe he didn't have the right to judge them, but he was loyal to his own and he wouldn't stand up for them when his friends were all complaining.

He watched as she moved to get her kill, a worried expression finding its way over his face once more.

He couldn't see much, but he heard more than enough. She made a yelp and he yelped in return. He was just about to ask her if she was alright when he heard her speak, a sigh escaping him ."I'll join you halfway, then." He chuckled lightly.

He walked around the bushes of thorns. A much longer journey then going through them, but it was now one he would remember to consider when dragging back food.

"You have more thorns!" He gasped the moment he saw her again.

Janga looked at the kill, the lion finding it very difficult to keep himself from laughing. "Well, it's big, anyway," he teased lightly, "and I'm sure all the thorns softened the meat! It'll make it that much more enjoyable when you get it back to the pride lands." He chuckled faintly, highly amused.

He supposed things could have been a lot worse. She didn't look like the thorns had done that much damage, and the food was still with her. It was a good end to a prickly situation.

Ha prickly.

Haha, prickly end.

Still amused, he gave her a friendly nod. "I would love some! Why don't we head home now? I think we've had enough thorns to last a lifetime." Though he would likely be falling into some very soon, given his luck and who his father was.