Her hunts often took her just beyond the borders of the Pridelands, paws carrying her to grab what she could to help feed the Pride. The young Seer was proud of what she'd become, a strong, and yet still delicate lioness. Green eyes were just watching a herd of gazelle graze for now, as she'd had a moment to breathe. There was not much else for her to do at the moment, as three other preybeasts were hidden beneath the shade of a large rock for later consumption. Well, for the time being, she would watch, perhaps find something interesting to do.

Sliabh paused along the path he had been following, golden eyes scanning the herd of prey not too far away. He hadn't eaten for several days and his belly rumbled painfully. But there was a thick layer of scent in the area, lioness mostly but a good number of different lions was mixed in with the rest.. The only conclusion he could draw was that this was, or was near, a pride.

Lifting his head he scanned the area, searching for any visual of the lions he could smell. The last thing he wanted to do was to blunder into a risky situation. He had never forgotten the first time he had met the Firekin, and ever since had been far more careful when he visited new lands incase he ran into one of the more violent prides. Though he himself was a huge male, and was often mistaken for a liger, being some 12ft in length and a good 4ft at the shoulder, he was still just one lion, and if he met a roaming band of warriors like the red-coated Fire pride, or their enemies the Nergui, he knew he didn't stand a chance.

Resuming his walk, he nevertheless kept an eye on his surroundings, conscious but not yet concerned about the strange lions he could scent.

The scent of a male met her nose, coming up from near where the herd was. In a moment's curiousity, the god's daughter trotted slightly up on a rocky outcropping, looking over at him. He was huge for a male, bigger than many she'd seen, and she, while not terribly smaller than him, was still rather small in comparison. A fiery-tipped tail twitched behind her, head canting to the side in curiousity. He was new. Smelled different than what she was used to. For the moment being, her visions didn't flare, though they usually didn't during the daylight hours. With a smile, she bounded down, making her way towards him with a quiet determination, "Greetings."

As the female came into view atop a pile of rocks, Sliabh paused and looked over. Ears swiveling forwards he waited, wondering if she was hostile or friendly. He hadn't received a vision upon entering the area, which he had once or twice. Their purpose seemed to be to warn him away and he had always heeded them. Rarely did he receive a vision about a particular individual, though once he had literally been led to a leopardess... And now he had a pure blood leopard for a grandson.

Pulling his thoughts back out of his homeland, he watched her as she approached. He knew he was tired and dusty, and probably looked like some kind of homeless waif. But he still possessed his manners and gave her a low bow of greeting. "Good day to you, ma'am."

His coat was a little dirty, and something about him seemed...He looked hungry. Frowning slightly Ruoho pushed her thoughts aside, bowing in turn, offering the same courtesy that he'd just given to her, "My name is Ruoho, of the Pridelands. May I ask your name?" Her tail twitched slightly, the femme stretching out her spine as she spoke. There was something nice about warm days like today, with the sun beating down on her pelt. Her thoughts drifted away to her sister, how Nyuki might enjoy meeting someone so interesting! New folk were always so strange, worth more than a little time to entertain! Perhaps he could regale her with stories of some other world...or at least something different from this world of her homeland, "Ah...My manners. Are you hungry?"

"Sliabh, of the Kitwana'antara." He replied, a smile briefly curling his muzzle before he shook his great maned head, raising a small cloud of dust. It was clear he had come a long way, and yet equally clear that he was well suited for travel. His body, big as it was, was a solid mass of hard muscle, not an inch of fat on him. His claws were well worn but under the dust, he was in great health. Had she known his pride, that may have surprised her, for the Kitwana was a land plagued by disease and death.

Her question pulled a deep, husky chuckle from the big male. "Is it that obvious?" He asked, those golden eyes settling on her once again. His expression kind despite the fact that with his build and colouring he could have easily looked dangerous.

"Sliabh." His name rolled off her tongue, gently, the words caressed. Her body twisted to turn around, gaze turning back to her prey pile that she'd made. Well, at the very least, she could be courteous. It wasn't as though she didn't have three decent carcasses. Her fangs sank into the neck of one, and she pulled the body over to the male, laying it before him, "Yes, it was a bit obvious, but I have been hunting since sun-up. One piece of prey should not go amiss."

He stood still as she turned and... retrieved a carcass? Head tilting he watched as she dragged it closer. A grateful smile warmed his rather stoic expression again and he dipped his head to her once more. "That is very kind of you. Thank you, Ruoho." Accepting her gift with gratitude he padded round and settled down beside it. Looking up at the lioness again he paused and motioned with his muzzle to the carcass. "Would you join me..?" He asked, waiting a moment before pressing one huge paw to the prey's flank and setting gleaming Ivory fangs to the furry body.

There was a kind, sweet laugh from her maw as she sat back on her haunches. The way he carefully began to devour the offered gift, she found herself happy. It was nice to see something so kind going enjoyed. Her head lowered and she shook it, "No, I am not hungry, but perhaps I can at the very least take you to a pond near here to clean the dust off your pelt when you are finished, hm?" Her very nature was obliging, and she had a fondness for others, especially those who were kind as Sliabh had been for the last few moments.

Her laugh drew his attention and his weariness faded. He had noticed her beauty when he had first seen her, but now he was stationary for the first time in weeks, he realised she was far more than just pretty. She was evidently an excellent huntress, and kind, as she had not hesitated in extending it to him. Smiling, he licked his muzzle clean politely before responding. "That would be most kind of you, and very much appreciated. I have not had such a luxury for some time now." After all, the Roguelands were unclaimed by the prides for a reason, there not being enough substance to support a lion in any one area, and watering holes had been few and far between on his journey.

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