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Tonight, the looking part of Duhu's search would prove fruitful, at least. This night was one of the few in which Nyunya wandered by night. Fate, perhaps? Probably not, but the little femme didn't care either way, now that she'd spotted her friend.

The petite lioness had been rather awkwardly walking along some lower branches of tree, training and getting fit, as was her current hobby, since she'd explored everything here, when her sharp crimsom eyes had spotted her purple figurer moving through the foliage.

With a soft laugh, she propels herself from her height, landing daintily and delicately on her paws - a vast improvement from the clumsiness of a cub. She straightened, flicking salmon fur out of her eyes with a little toss of her head. She was certainly starting to come into the beauty she would get when she was older, although her height had not improved much. She was still much smaller than Duhu, and therefore had to look up at him.

"Mtafutaj'duhushi," she says, choosing to say his full name, likely to prove she remembered it. "What brings you here?"

She laughed again, sitting down and flicking her tail around her front paws, a familiar gesture for any who know her. Her salmon head tilts, slanting fur across her left vermilion eye, which, for once, she doesn't bother to blow out of her line of sight.

"Oh, I agree. Amleth isn't here, is she?" she asks, unsure whether she wanted the darker coloured femme to be or not. And for reasons she didn't want to examine, not with him sitting right in front of her. Sometimes when her mind wandered and she thought of him, she found herself blushing. Not often, but enough to make her a little worried and somewhat annoyed about it. She really didn't need him seeing it. "I can't see her."

She watched him quietly with a smile lingering on her maw as he came near her, shifting a little where she sat, unsure whether she wanted to move closer or further away, a little mixed up in her head. Stubbornly, she remained where she was, settling herself.

"I remember, all right," she murmured, laughing for the third time. He hadn't even said anything particularly funny yet. Why was she laughing? "I remember she bit your tail for attention." This time, the fourth time, she laughed at memory, exactly as she had done then.

"You wanted to see me, though? Really?" She slanted her gaze at him, from where she'd flicked it to his tail before. "And you came in the middle of the night to do it?" she asked, recovering from the bit of hopefulness in her voice that she would rather have not been there. "What if I had been asleep? Could you have found my den, Duhu?"

She may have let him close to her, but not quite that close. As he leaned forward, she leaned back, arching a brow. She let him keep the same closeness as before, but allowed him to gain no more. He might be quite cute and, she thought, somewhat sweet - to her, at least - she wasn't about to let him overstep his bounds. No, no. Not yet, if ever.

"You want the tour? Now? Duhushi, it's late. Shouldn't you be asleep in your den right now, instead of travelling to another pride's territory to explore?" The same could be said of her, in a way, but at least it was just a few minutes' walk from here to her den. He had to travel all the way back to his graveyard home.

"There's not much tolerance of strrangers, recently," she adds quietly, frowning a bit. "Perhaps a nighttime visit is best. So long as you leave by dawn, it should be fine. No one will ever know."

"No," she says, with her characteristic quick tongue. "I'm afraid I'll end up biting you." She softens it with a smile, though, settling back into her original position. If he thought he was getting past her barriers any time soon, he was mistaken.

"I see. You want to get to know me," she said thoughtfully, clicking her claws against a rock. "What do you want to know, Duhu?" Just because she seemed agreeable, however, didn't mean she was going to tell him everything, or even a lot. A bit of mystery never hurt anyone, after all.

She doesn't answer the last thing he said, having spoken of and thught about it far too often. It seemed this Nyekundu character was a major source of concern in these lands, especially with her mothers.

This little game of his didn't sound all that bad, really. And it would pass the time well enough, she supposed. And getting to know him wouldn't be a bad thing. Him getting to know her might, but she'd deal with that later.

"All right." She nods. "Since you thought up the game, Duhu, I'll consent to you going first."

Rolling her shoulders, she waits with a slightly raised eyebrow for his first question.

She paused a moment, thinking it through, wondering just how much she should say. How much she could say. Trust Duhu to think of one of the harder questions for her to answer.

"That's a tough questin, though I know it doesn't seem so. I have two mothers, you see, and I am the only cub my birth mother, Denge, has. My other mother, Ithibati, has three, Asherah, Dharba, and Fedha, whom you met. He and I still don't get on," she adds, with a wry smile. "And then there's Zimwi. My mother - Denge, I mean - took him in while she was carrying me, and looked after him until he was old enough to do so for himself. He's much older than I, though not much bigger," she says with a chuckle.

But then the laughter dies, and she frowns just a tad. "Then there's my father. I don't know who he is, but it's possible he has cubs I know nothing about. But it's just as possible he's dead, died and gone before he could have more cubs to walk away from." She's surprised at the bitterness in her voice. She'd been thinking a lot about this absent male lately, as any fatherless cub will sometimes do, and asking one simple question, one for which she may never get an answer, and knew it: why? She'd been almost obsessing on that one word, so much so that it had become a rather touchy subject for her.

But pulling herself out of it, she refocuses her eyes on him. "But what about you? What's your answer to that question?"