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Finally... he was free of his homelands and out in the open roguelands once again. Alone was the best way to be and he hadn't had a chance to appreciate that in quite sometime. This also gave him a chance to follow yet another rumor of another pride. He'd been to how many now? Each time he went to one, even for a repeat visit, he learned something new and he loved every minute of it.

Given his pelt, mane and chosen articles he would stand out like a sore thumb against the natural landscape of the roguelands. The articles he wore consisted of a small, childlike drum, around his neck; a couple of satchels; and saddle baskets over his back and on each flank. "Oof." He remarked quietly as he rolled his shoulders to adjust the uneven weights of the bags and then gave his mane a quick toss.

"Now it was this direction." He looked towards the horizon and then to the west. With the flat plains he was travelling on this would like be his easiest adventure yet! Based on what he had heard the pride was non-hostile - he hoped it was the truth.

Not before long he was arriving at marked borders so he chose not to go much further. In his experience there were always guards or someone travelling near the borders. It was always a fortunate coincidence - it also proved that most prides were truthfully well guarded.

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Not so lazy, as a matter of fact, but rather restricted by the mortal limitations of only being able to be in one place at a time and of only being able to get from place to place the hard way: on foot.  Add in the size of the area the Ithambo'hlabathi ranged over, which was ever-changing and without the true borders of most prides, a need to eat and sleep and attend to duties other than patrols, and not every threat was noticed instantaneously.  But it was noticed before it became a true threat, nowhere near the main body of the pride or the cubs.  If a lioness decided to wander away on her own and far from the rest, well, she was grown and capable of making her own decisions, even if they turned out to be poor ones.

Umkhombo had caught the scent of a stranger and was already following it by the time one of the lionesses encountered the intruder in question, and once he'd caught up they'd already begun speaking.  The very sight set him on edge, but he had a fine line to walk between doing what he was here to do - chase the foreign male away - and not raising the ire of his females if it could be helped.  So, just in case the lady was fond of or connected to the male in some way (although family seemed highly unlikely), he didn't come charging in all teeth and claws.  The dark male strode forward with purpose, outwardly calm but with threat displayed clearly in the posture of his large frame.

He addressed the female first, polite but tense, a forced smile on his maw.  "Usushisa.  You're quite far from your sisters.  Hunting alone today?  If so, I don't think you'll catch anything out here, not when all the game's seen this one coming a mile away.  Perhaps you'd have better luck to the north."

"As for you," he rumbled as he looked the brightly-colored stranger up and down, taking in his strange burdens. "Will take yourself back where you came from, wherever that may be.  Strangers aren't welcome here."