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Dark paws moved silently through the grass, his ears flicking, his nose lowered to sniff at the ground, taking in the scents of the grassland. Even after spending some time here in the pridelands, the adolescent still couldn't get over just how different this place was. The land he'd been in before was hard and rocky, in all the time he'd spent there he'd never come across another lion besides those he'd travelled there with. But here the land was soft and green, the prey was abundant and there were many lions here.

But as peaceful as this land was, Juhudi still had yet to find the answers he sought, he didn't seem to be even close. But at least here he wasn't alone, and here he found a sense of happiness again.

As he neared the water, he smiled as he thought of the black cub that had greeted him when he'd first entered these lands. Since that time they had become good friends spending quite a bit of time together in the innocence of childhood. Silently he wondered where she was today, and if he'd run into her at the water.

The young lion's ears flicked, swivling toward the sound of movement in the grass nearby. A knowing grin spread across his maw, his tail swaying behind him casually. As a hunter there wasn't much that escaped his senses, still the young cub was getting better at stalking. Perhaps someday she would succeed in taking him off guard.

For now he simply trotted 'obliviously' toward the water hole, playing along by pretending he hadn't noticed the dark cub. After all, he was a cub too, or so he thought, may as well have a bit of fun with his friend.

"Ack!"

Juhudi did his best to act surprised, feigning the tackle and allowing himself to fall to the ground, landing with the smaller cub on top of him. The adolescent grinned, his tail flicking happily in the grass.

"Haha, are you sure of that?"

A smirk spread across his maw, one paw reaching toward the water to scoop a pawful of water and spalsh it at his young friend. Hopefully amidst the distraction he could turn and catch her off guard enough to tickle her with his soft furry paws.

The adolescent grinned, dark paws dancing with a feather touch, finding every sensitive spot, laughing as his friend squirmed in ticklish frenzy. But he knew well that tere was a point that tickling because too much, so he stopped to let the dark cub breath, still snickering like the cub he still thought he was.

"Who has who now?"

Though his body was rapidly approaching adulthood, Juhudi still thought very much like a cub, having never really noticed or been taught how much he had grown. As far as Juhudi was concerned he was just a big cub, a playful happy cub enjoying the day with his friend.

Juhudi snorted, looking at Mosi, a touch of confusion in his eyes.

"I am not, I'm just have more fur."

He wasn't that much bigger than her was he? He lifted one paw to bat at her playfully, seeing for the first time just how much bigger his paws were than hers. Well okay...maybe he was. But he was just big for a cub...yeah, that had to be it.

"Yeah but...he said they were harmless."

The adolescent's ear flicked, he still didn't get the whole cooties thing or why he had just recently heard about it. Ah well, there was no reason to not play with his friend over it.

He grinned at her, wriggling his paw to make it harder for her to hold to, making the game more challenging, his other paw batting playfully at her tail, his own tail flicking about.

"Well...yeah."

Of course he was a cub, why would anyone think he wasn't? Someday he'd have to come to terms with the fact that he had grown, but today was not that day, for now he didn't have to and the thought was soon miles from his mind.

Grinning, he watched his young friend, his pale eyes bright. He knew what she was up to, though he tried to act oblivious, it made it more fun for both of them that way. His tail flicked as if it had a life of it's taunting the young 'predator'.

The adolescent stood still, his tail seeming to take on a life of it's own, taunting and wriggling in the grasp of the young predator. But the tail would prove a difficult quary, twitching and flicking about with the strength and agility of a snake against the cub's grip, the tuft flicking to tickle her nose and her paws.