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Vuli had only recently joined the Pridelands, so he was still becoming accustomed to the dynamics of being apart of a community again. He was taking more care at the moment to learn the borders of the pride, rather than surging forward to make any connections right off the bat.

It had been well over two years now, since he'd left his family pride in the rogue lands. They were a small affair - nothing as organized as the Pridelands proper. Here they had Hunters, Guards, Scouts, Cub-Minders and others, too, it seemed, though he'd zoned out a little after so many ranks had been named. There seemed to be royalty in this lands too, a king and queen... He shook his head in wonder at it all. How on earth did everyone keep track of all the jobs, titles and tasks?

He'd asked to be a Scout, because that was something that was truest to himself. He'd always watched for danger on his own, having not joined a bachelor group, he always had his ears in the air to catch any stray roars. He knew how to keep well away from danger, so he figured he'd be able to keep the pride safe with his keen eyes too.

Right now, however, his keen eyes were leading him in the direction of the Watering Hole. It was quite the relief to have access to water whenever he pleased now, without having to go find it, and potentially, have to fight for the right to drink from it. Still... when he began to approach the water's edge, he scanned the area for predators, whether there were crocodiles in the water, or other lions nearby, purely by instinct.

Once Vuli saw her, his eyes were fixed on the pale lioness and her bright, vibrant pelt. He'd heard that the Pridelands didn't discriminate based on colors or gender, which was certainly something he appreciated, given that he had an unusual coat as far as the traditional standard went. To see someone who boasted even more colors on her pelt than he did on his own brought a great deal of relief to him.

What kept his gaze fixed on her was the unusual stepping and weaving motions she was performing near the shore. He stared there, entranced, until he observed the misstep and watched her splash into the water. He let out a hiss of alarm and hurried forward, shoving himself into the water to reach her. Fortunately it didn't seem like she was in any danger, the watering hole only seemed to be deep further towards the center, but on the outer shallows, it was, well, shallow. Still, it couldn't have been pleasant to take the tumble. So, he crouched down, concern written across his face.

"Miss! Are you alright - are you hurt?" He took pause, realizing what he must look like - a strange male lion barging in to assault a vulnerable lioness. "Oh - I'm - I'm not a threat. Oh, but of course that sounds threatening too, doesn't it... What I mean to say is, I'm a new member of the Pridelands, I saw you fall and I want to help, if - if you need it." He explained, stumbling over his words. He hadn't spoken to a lioness in some time, and many he'd encountered in the rogue lands were rightfully suspicious of lone males. He ducked his head, hoping to look less threatening, but his dampness did enough to make him look more like a soggy leaf than a vicious lion, anyway.

Vuli avoided the urge to physically check over the lioness for injury, but his gaze scanned her up, down and sideways. She certainly was remarkable. Certainly in appearance, for he'd seen none else like her, but also in resilience, to have bounced back so quickly from a tumble like that.

"Indeed, I did. I saw your graceful movements - and your plummet into the waters." He admitted. "Though it ought to be said that you looked elegant even when falling, if that's any relief to you." He told her with a cheeky half-grin. He had been quickly put to a more relaxed state himself, when she told him he needn't fuss as he had been. He was luckier than most, he suspected, to have found the one lioness in the pride who didn't seem intent on clawing his ears off at the intrusion of her privacy.

"I'm relieved you're not hurt." He said and then tilted his head in curiosity. "Dancing?" He'd never heard the word before. "Did you create it, this dancing?" He echoed.