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Ceto stretched out and let out a yawn. Lazy morning for a lazy lion, he thought with a grin. He had arrived in the area late at night and rested up for the night. Currently he had no intention of staying in the area. His mother had started off as a traveler, only to settle down when she had him and his two siblings. She had shared stories of the world around them. He decided that he wanted to see amazing sights.

Of course he had no idea how difficult it was to live alone. He was always having to search for his next meal. It took only a couple attempts for him to realize that he was a terrible hunter. He found that talking up strangers and asking for food was easier, though it could be a tad dangerous. Typically he picked his targets carefully.

As he started his morning walk, he had spotted a lightly furred lioness. His curiosity (and empty stomach) got the best of him. He brushed his mane back with his paw before approaching her. “Good morning!” He greeted. He stayed feet away from her in case she turned out to be hostile.

It seemed like it was his lucky. She didn't seem to have any ill intent toward him. “Itzel,” He repeated, the name just rolling off his tongue. “It is nice to meet you. I am Ceto. I'm a traveler, an adventurer of sorts.” He gave her a grin. An adventurer who was always seeking his next meal, he thought. He enjoyed exploring, but only if it led to someone who could feed him.

“Know any good hunting spots around here?” He asked. His stomach gave a gargle as he asked. It really had been too long since he had had a full filling meal. He glanced away from her with a hint of embarrassment. The last thing he wanted was to show just how hungry he was.

Ceto nodded his head as was about to walk in the direction she pointed. Though he stopped when she offered the hare. A sliver of a smile appeared on his mouth as he looked down at the hare. Any time he didn't have to hunt was a good day. He laid down and ripped the hare and started to eat it, savoring each bite.

After he ate his first bite, he looked at Itzel and gave her a gentle smile. “Thank you for the food. I'm a terrible hunter, so it probably would have taken me all day to catch something.” He leaned down and continued to eat. It wasn't often that someone just offered to feed him. Usually he would have to trick and steal to get someone's catch. It felt good to have someone willing to help him.

'It might be worth while to stick around,' he thought with a smile.

“So Itzel, is this your home?” He asked curiously. “I haven't been in this area before so I was wondering if it belonged to a pride.”

“It must be lonely here by yourself.” He stated. To a point he could understand feeling lonely. He had lived with his mother for sometime. They lived in a small group, not large enough to be a pack, just a group that watched each other. His mother had insisted that he set out to find his own calling instead of sticking around with her.

It was an eye opener, that's for sure. He lacked most skills lions his age should have. It didn't bother him too much as there was always someone who would offer him food, or in most cases he would just steal it. He did miss having company though. There were always travelers who passed by and told a tale or two before going on their way.

He never imagined he would become a traveler himself.

“I come from up north, though I wasn't apart of a pride or anything like that. It was my mom and I, plus a few others sharing the area. It was nice and peaceful like this area.” He said, before taking another bite. He had almost finished the hare, leaving a few bites left. It occurred to him that he had almost ate the whole thing without even asking Itzel if she wanted any.

“I'm sorry. This is you hare and I've been selfishly eating it.” He pushed the hare toward her. If he wanted to stay here for a bit, he needed to make sure not to upset her. This area would make a nice spot to rest up at.

He smiled, thankful that she wasn't upset that he ate most of her hare. Ceto listened to her as she spoke. “You don't know where you're from?” He asked, wondering what happened to make her not know.

“I can wait here. I probably wouldn't be much help at a hunt. I'm too loud and too clumsy.” He said, with a quiet laugh. “When you get back maybe we could exchange stories? About our different adventures we've had out here?” He said with an eager smile.