"Philomel. I chose my name myself! But I like yours too," she purred. She didn't remember her family nor a pride to call her own. She had been alone for a long, long time. Hunting was hard for a lone lioness, but she made do with small prey like rabbit and meerkat.
Glancing past the male, she stared at the sea. The waves played along the beach and the sun glittered off the water's surface like a precious stone. She liked the water, but was afraid to go in it.
"I can see why you like the salt water," she sighed wistfully, "It is like the night sky but during the day. I like to gaze at the stars, so the waves bring me peace as well, Kaito." She tasted the other lion's name enjoying how easy it was to say. Unlike her own.