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Not far away, dark paws moved quietly through the grass of the savanah, the nose of the lion they belonged to pointed to the ground as if he was sniffing out something, or maybe he was just exploring. By now he had spent enough time in the pridelands to be accustomed to it's terrian and inhabitants, though he was still not used to the vast differences between territories. Perhaps that was something he would always marvel at.

The light lion moved casually, his tail flicking behind him, pale eyes more focused on the ground than on where he was actually going. What had interested him so only he knew. Maybe he had seen a mouse, or picked up an interesting scent. Or maybe he just was exploring.

Dark ears flicked, swivling toward the sound of movement, movement which he would have written off as a small creature moving through the grass, except that it sounded rocky. Like the sound of small peebles distrubed by paws steps.

Lifting his head, pale blue eyes settled on the form of the lioness. Instinctively he took a step backward, tail flicking uncertainly, followed by an inquisitive step forward. Though he had spent some time here in the pridelands and encountered many other lions, he still couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of nervousness everytime he encountered an adult, he had never seen one since the day his mother had died until he had come here. Fortunately for the young lion, it was a feeling that faded quickly.

"Ummm...hi."

"I um...no, you didn't startle me."

The adolescent puffed out his chest, trying to look very big and brave. It was only after the fact that he realized just how silly he must have looked, and he couldn't help but wonder why he had done that in the first place. Oi, he was acting like a cub.

Dismissing the thought with a shake of his head, the young lion sat back on his haunces, tail flicking about his hind legs, whatever scent he had been following before long since fogotten. He tilted his head, ears flicking, curiously watching the odd reactions and mood swings of the lioness. Perhaps she was just as nervous as he was.

"Really? Have you met the king yet? I'm still new here too."

The young lion blinked, looking a bit dumbfounded at the lioness' actions. Were he familar with a certain blue mistweaver born lion, he might have thought she'd been hanging out with him.

"Well, sometimes he's over there."

Raising one paw, he turned toward the large rock formation in the distance, indicating toward pride rock with his paw.

"I think he wanders around a lot too, but he said the queen is there."

His tail flicked lightly, his ears flicking to send an annoying inscect flying away. It hadn't been that long since he had eaten, so the thought of food didn't stir much in him at the moment. Here prey was plentiful and there were many lions that hunted. And for those that didn't, there was usually enough left over for them to eat, or others that were willing to share.

"There's plenty of food here."

He added a nod, and a faint smile.

Pale eyes blinked at the lioness, the adolescent's tail twitching with a different nervousness he had never felt before, one he didn't understand. Though his body had grown, Juhudi still thought very much like a child, having lacked a parent to teach him. To him, the lioness seemed very forward, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

"Um..but I don't even know your name."

It wasn't that he was unwilling to help her, far from it actually. Juhudi had always been kind and caring, always willing to help or befriend those in need. He was just very confused and unsure of what to think. So much of what he had once known to be true had changed, and the young lion was still reeling from it all.

Taking a deep breath, Juhudhi took a few steps back from the lioness. A bit more space between them, the adolescent exhaled and relaxed. That was better, but why had he suddenly felt so nervous in the first place? He shrugged and wrote it off as his normal initial nervousness around adults and that it must have been stronger because he'd never been quite that close.

"Well, I guess I could, but it has to be something small so it's not wasted."

For one so young, Juhudi was in fact quite an accomplished hunter. Perhaps that was common amoung orphans who had to hunt for themselves to survive from such an early age.

"My name is Juhudi."

"Upset me? Oh, don't worry about it, I'm just not used to be around adults yet."

He dismissed any other thoughts on the matter with a flick of his tail and occupied his mind with other thoughts, like what kind of food to get. Something small, zebra and wildebeast were all too big, and he didn't really want to take on one of those alone. He was quite good at hunting antelope and gazelle, but they were still too big unless he caught a foal, and there were none nearby. Which meant he'd have to drag the lioness around and probably scare them off in the process. Then what--

Juhudi's ears flicked, his nose suddenly twitching as a scent hit his nose. A rabbit nearby, perfect. It was small and right here, easy enough to catch and plenty for one lioness to eat.

"Stay here."

The adolescent's eyes narrowed, falling into a hunter's crouch, his tail flicking behind him. He stalked through the grass, away from the lioness, toward the scent of the rabbit and where he knew it was resting in the grass, oblivious of the hunter that was closing in.