Wimble

Between patches of snow and flushes of green amongst clumps of brown, winter was fast receding and spring was fast on its way. Hardier flowers were already in bloom, and on this particular day, it was just warm enough to wake up a few pollinators from their winter slumber.

These things were all new to Wimble. The African lion was stepping on soft, natural ground for the first time in his life and stretch muscles he didn't know he had. He'd traveled nearly two miles from the road where his owner had dropped him off, and at a loss for what to do, the big can simply began to walk. He had no idea where he was going, or when he'd come across the slabs of meat he'd been fed since he was young. All he knew was, the world was suddenly much bigger than he'd ever realized.

Layra

Most of the pride had learned their lesson about not answering their leaders call as well as feasting before their leaders. Except the you g one who disobey her and had seemed to just vanish. She was currently sunbathing on a boulder in the prairie her favorite spot outside the crinoid

Wimble & Autumn Sun

In Wimble's directionless ambling, he'd stumbled across a curious rise of rocks at near the outer edge of the prairie. With nothing better to do, he started moving towards it out of pure, casual curiosity, mouth hanging lazily agape and tail swinging loosely behind.

Wimble's silvery-tan coat actually blended well with the tan backdrop of the mostly dormant prairie grasses, but his mane was a different story. It was dark, fading from a rich brown to a near-black sepia towards the shoulders, and that's what caught Autumn's attention. The big cat had bee resting on one of the rocks across from Layra, wondering as her leader did where Storm had disappeared to. That thought became a distant concern when she noticed Wimble though, and a low rumble would alert her leader of the find. "Heads up, Layra. We have company." Autumn sat up and stared hard in the stranger's direction.

Layra

Layra had just started grooming herself when autumn spoke. She sat up stretched and waited till he was closer **halt lion. Who are and what are you doing in our home?**

Wimble & Autumn Sun

Wimble jumped a little at the voice. His eyes shot up and then went wide at the sight of a white lioness and a curiously golden-orange one basking atop the rocks. "My name is Wimble. And I didn't know this was anyone's home?" Having no clue the sort of den he'd just stumbled into, Wimble remained relatively calm, initial surprise aside. "Who are you?"

Autumn almost wanted to bristle at this male for the sheer audacity of walking so brazenly into their home. Could he not scent their boarder? He should be terrified right now! Still, he was an impressive looking male, and his courage didn't detract from that either. "I'm Autumn Sun, of the Makucha pride. Who's home you've just invaded."

Layra

She jumped down from the boulder. He may be bigger being a male but she wasn't scared **I am layra, one of the leaders of the makucha pride** she said as she eyed him. She walked around him. ** Your not from around here are you?**

Wimble & Autumn Sun

The thought that he was in someone's home came as a surprise to the big cat. Sure, he'd smelled them, but where were the big wire cages and humans at? This didn't look like a proper enclosure. Enticed by the very idea, and finding himself suddenly in the presence of two ladies, Wimble raised his head and puffed out his chest, "A leader? That's impressive." He first complimented, then watched as the golden-orange female slipped down from the rock and began to circle him in the opposite direction.

"I'm from Kevin's den." Wimble explained, bringing a look of utter confusion to Autumn. "He brought me out here and then I lost track of him - I'm not sure which way is home, but now I'm not sure if I want to go back." It was somewhat intimidating to be circled by these she-lions, but at the same time, Wimble found himself quite entranced and excited at the same time.

Layra

She circled him taking in his looks. Never heard of itShe said .Well Wimble. It so happens we are in need of more males in our pride. particularly she was looking for herself she was getting to old and she has yet to have a litter herself. An heir to her spot was needed.

Wimble & Autumn Sun

"Oh?" Wimble's curiosity was peaked, along with a healthy does of pride as the two lionesses continued to size him up in what appeared to be an approving way. "Consider me another male in your pride, then. I must say, I've never seen a coat as..." He frowned thoughtfully, looking the aging lion up and down in much the same way she was examining him, "...well, unique as yours. In a good way. Beautiful."

One of Autumn's brows ticked up, a little miffed that she'd not gotten a comment either. Wimble was right though, Layra's coat was an eye-catcher, and Autumn didn't want to snuff out this little flame of attraction she was sensing between them. Besides, if she was lucky and Layra didn't mind latter, she might get a litter from this dashing new male, too.

Layra

She smirked as she now approached him and rubbed against him. then consider yourself a memberShe said.

Wimble & Autumn Sun

Layra's smirk spawned a similar grin on Wimble's broad muzzle. He stood a little ridged at first when she approached, but had just dormant instinct kicking around in his otherwise captive-raised brain that he quickly loosed up and ran the side of his head and cheek against her.

Autumn Sun took it upon herself to send out a throaty roar, letting the rest of the pride know of their new member. The last thing they needed was for Tuini or the other males come in and bumrush the new guy before they knew why he was here.

Layra

Layra knew this male was her chance to finally have cubs and she was eager to do so but wasn't going to outright ask him right now. **come ill show you around**