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Roho'wa Mamake was growing into a fine figure of a lion. Who would have expected it from the chubby, clumsy cub he'd once been? But even as a juvenile, he'd already been growing into his body. His constant moving - mostly running - had started to build up his muscle tone even at a young age, but now it was really starting to show. His sleek body moved with expected feline grace as he strode through the lush grasses of the Pridelands, his muscles rippling under his golden fur from his shoulders all the way to the tail that ended in a creamy tuft of fur. He didn't have the bulk of an adult, of course, but it was obvious he'd be a big, strong lion when he came of age. And, of course, since he was a handsome young lion even at this age, it was clear he would be when he reached full maturity.

A familiar - and not completely welcome - scent tickled Roho's nose and made him pause mid-stride. No, it couldn't be. His head tilted to the left as though this action would help him verify that it really, truly, honestly was who he thought it was. His fast-growing creamy mane fell into his his gentle brown eyes and his nose twitched as he positively and conclusively identified the scent. Reddy was back. Somehow, despite his earlier minor denial, this did not surprise him.

He had to turn almost one-hundred-and-eighty degrees before he finally caught sight of Azima. Hard to miss that garish red standing out among the neutral, natural colours of the land that Roho blended nicely into. Surprisingly, though, instead of slinking away from Azima, Roho moved toward him. He'd matured since he'd seen Azima last; he'd put the "trauma" of their first meeting behind him, and had moved on past it. He still didn't particularly like Azima, but no longer did Roho feel particularly inclined to attempt to shove the other male from his presence. That didn't necessarily mean, though, that Azima was in his good books. The slightest thing might turn Roho's feelings back to what they had been before.

"Back again?" he called, when he was close enough to be heard without bellowing.

Roho watched with interest as different expressions passed over Azima's face, idly wondering at the reasons for them. Somehow, he got the vaguest idea that he had managed to gain the upper paw in this meeting, though why he got that feeling he was unsure. Was it just because he had confidently made the contact this time? No, that couldn't be right. He had the first time, hadn't he? He certainly hadn't been in control that time.

He didn't have long to dwell on the matter before Azima was speaking, and slowly he lowered his body to sit. "You must do, otherwise you wouldn't keep coming back. Isn't it nice wherever you're from? Nothing pretty there to make you want to stay?" Those words from anyone else might suggest that the speaker wanted the listener to leave and remain where they came from, but not from Roho. His tone was simply honestly curious.

He glanced upwards to look at the strands of the silky light mane falling into his eyes with a smile. His mane was coming along nicely; before long, it would be full and bouncy all around his face, and he looked forward to that day. "I guess you do, don't you? Yours can stay the same, though."

As Azima had looked south, so had Roho, as though he could magically see all the way to the Kusini lands from whence this young lion who inspired such mixed feelings in him came. As a cub, he'd been hurt by Azima's attitude toward him, but a little while after, while still carrying that grudge around with him, Azima had returned and appeared much kinder. Roho almost felt like he'd seen a different side of this young male, but he couldn't be sure. Until he could, he couldn't call Azima friend.

His eyes swung back to Azima once more. "Diversities? What kinds?" There were few here, sure enough, but the land had other merits that kept him, for the moment, glued to it. If he was to know about other lands right now, he would have to ask others about their travels, just as he was doing at this moment. "Prettier things, huh?" Azima's cheeky grin caused a small grin of his own; he didn' know it yet, but he was a sucker for that kind of thing. "Some of the scenery around here is pretty wonderful." Roho may be older and wiser than he was when Azima first met him, but in some areas he was still quite lovably dense.

Roho had to laugh a bit with good-natured self-deprecation; now that he was older, he knew quite well that calling Azima "reddy" and meaning it as a stinging insult was... well... laughable. "And you can call me Roho. My full name is too long to bother with."