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Baldy? Oh, hell no. There was nothing bald about Roho now. Much older than when Azima first met him, he was now well under way of growing a handsome pale mane that highlighted the gold of his fur. It was only really his colour, and his eyes, that indicated he was the cub Azima had met so long ago. He was much different now. Though he was not full grown, it was clear he was going to be a big lion, his energy and restlessness as a cub translating into athleticism when older, which in turn had given him a strong, healthy body. He didn't have the build of an adult, but a decent amount of musculature was already showing under his fur.

He was lazily strolling through the grasses of the Pridelands now, not a care in the world, and not expecting to run into his probably least favourite lion in the world. With the amount of time that had passed, and with all the fun he'd had since, he'd managed to push all memories of Azima's meanness to the back of his mind where it belonged, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten that day. Far from it.

He paused in his even stride to stretch, yawning with a slight growl to it, before straightening up to once again continue his meandering walk.

His nose twitched. That scent! He knew that scent. That was reddy's scent! He was here..? Oh, great. This was a nice, lazy, peaceful day, and that thing had to return to the Pridelands to completely ruin it. He instinctively stiffened as he glanced around, trying to locate that distinctive red that he'd never seen before or since.

And he did, dark eyes widening, just as Azima yelled and leapt at him.

As a cub, he had been a bumbling little ball of fluff. As time was passing, though, he was starting to develop reflexes, and he put these to good use now, leaping back a few paces out of Azima's trajectory, and then walking backwards a few more steps just to make sure he was not going to end up pinned underneath this lion again.

He raised an eyebrow. "No. You haven't got me."

Roho tilted his head at Azima, just generally put out at the other male's presence here, where Roho lived and was otherwise happy. Just why did he keep coming here? It was twice now, and both times he'd made a point of annoying poor Roho. Deliberately, too. All Roho had done is say hello. Did that warrant such brattiness?

"I have somewhere I have to be," he said, not answering any of Azima's questions, just wanting the other male to leave. He began walking again, in the direction he'd been heading before, but at a not so lazy pace as he had been. It wasn't a complete lie. He had been meandering in the general direction of where he thought his sister might be, but he'd been keeping a look out for anything fun on the way to getting there.

Oh, why did Azima have to be so oblivious to the fact that Roho just didn't want him there? Or was he being deliberately ignorant? Whatever it was, Roho wished he would simply quit it. Roho didn't like the company of those who were unpleasant, and unfortunately for Azima, he'd been unpleasant enough for Roho to not want to be near him.

"I'm going to meet my sister, if you want to know," he said over his shoulder, quickening his pace. He just hoped she was there to save him from this guy.

If there had ever been a time in Roho's short life where he might have growled at someone, this would be it. Why would Azima not leave well enough alone? What was wrong with him? Why was he so determined to push himself into Roho's presence? It was beginning to vex him, and Roho might well have growled at Azima... if he'd been start kind of lion, which he most certainly was not.

He glanced over his shoulder at Azima as he trotted to catch back up, tail flicking his tail against the grass they walked through. There was no harm in telling, he supposed, since it seemed Azima was going to be accompanying him whether he wanted the other lion to or not. "There's a watering hole this way. She'll probably be there." At least, he hoped she'd be there. Roho was hoping that Azima would grow discouraged if Roho already had company for the day.

Roho turned his attention to jumping onto and then over a log almost as tall as him, picking up his fast pace once he was moving through the grass again. "I said I'd probably catch up with her some time today, and I was going that way when you showed up."

Roho glanced at Azima again, and blinked when he caught that grin. For some reason, it gave him pause; Azima didn't look like the lion who'd pestered him when he pulled that face. But it was him, Roho reminded himself, as he turned his gaze forward again. "Obviously it's not all that good," he said, but not with any real sarcasm, because that really was mean.