He would've apologized for the lack of information but her question had came out as teasing and distracting. Causing the brute to chuckle at her words. I don't think cubs are defenseless and the two we found.. well that is a different story. He would state. Feyre had been fought for and won by his wife, Fang had been found in Caladan cove with a dead mother. Rather sad but that was a story he rarely shared. So really, the only defenseless cub was Feyre. But on another note. Oh heaven's no, I brought you here and so you will live here and be under my protection until my last breathe. He would state, and mentally dared anyone to try and cause trouble with @Tron

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Tron listened as he chuckled and answered her teasing question, head tilting curiously at the mention of the two cubs they had adopted. They were a different story. Not defenseless, just different. Her head bobbed slightly, not pressing the issue…after all, that would be rude and she wouldn’t really like it if he told anyone else about what happened with her parents. There was a measure of relief when he mentioned that she would live with them and be protected by him. Did that make him the leader of this pride? “So, you boss everyone around?” She asked, her tone still light and somewhat teasing. She didn’t like the idea of bossing anyone around, she had always been softer- like her mother, wanting to help others instead of fighting or bossing anyone around. She just had the sarcastic venom of her father, when she spoke her mind.

“So…umm…where do I sleep?” She’d ask as she looked around, there had to be dens around here somewhere…but was she expected to sleep with Drakon and his family? Or could she have her own little nook to sleep in?

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No, not really. I help but I am not the leader of this pride. The High Sovereign's name is Seneca, maybe you will meet him one day. That would be something that Drakon would need to do. To inform Seneca that there was another mouth to feed. Ears twisting as Drakon would glance around the Oasis as the sun touched it in different places and different times. Well, you can come live with me and my family or find your own den nearby. I won't be hurt if you choose the latter. He would admit to her, glancing back to @Tron and wait.

irish

"Speech."
His answer wasn’t exactly what she expected, but she listened as he mentioned the leader, Seneca, and how she might meet him eventually…The thought made her nervous. The youth ducking her head slightly as ears fell back. “So he could tell me to leave?” She asked, suddenly not wanting to get too comfortable in the Oasis. What if Seneca didn’t like her? What if she became too much trouble? What if she ate too much food? The cub glanced at the remains of the food, she had eaten quite a bit already. Would the leader be mad? Tron would shift her weight uncomfortably, trying to rid herself of the thoughts.

When he talked about where she would sleep, she’d look down at her paws for a long minute, flexing her claws a bit in a fidgety manner. She’d been on her own for a decent amount of time, a couple months, she wasn’t sure about the idea of a crowded den…especially not knowing how the rest of his family felt about her yet. “Can you show me where the dens are? So I could pick one?” She asked slowly, finally turning her silver gaze back to him.

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He could see the worry in her features when he spoke about Seneca. He could but he won't. You are under my protection and apart of my family, Seneca is not cruel as to throw a child out into the unknown world. He would state, trying to calm her down. He would aim to move closer to her and brush his nose against her shoulder to reassure her that she was safe here. Let's go look for your den. He would state, standing up and waiting for her to begin moving before Drakon began to move towards the area that had the most den's and close to his own without being within the den he shared with his growing family.

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irish

"Speech."

Drakon’s attempts to reassure her worked for the most part, Seneca could kick her out, but he wouldn’t. Once more she was assured that being under his protection was a good thing and she nodded with a small smile. At least here it seemed she was safe from other lions and there was food, she could grow and learn here. “What about when I’m a year old…would he throw me out then?” She asked, head tilting slightly, she was an older cub, not necessarily unable to fend for herself but with a few more months…she could easily be cast out. She would just have to make sure she pulled her weight and helped…somehow. She smiled at he bump to her shoulder and looked up at her guardian. “Okay okay…He isn’t mean..” She resigned, letting the subject drop…though her worries still lingered in the back of her mind.

At the mention of finding her a den, she nodded, getting to her paws quickly and starting off in the direction he pointed. “It doesn’t have to be much, just something big enough for me to curl up in…I try not to take up much space…” She rambled, still somewhat of the mindset that she needed to convince him that she wasn’t a burden. It was a quirk of hers, one could say. Although, how small could the den be really? She wasn’t exactly the smallest lion around, though she had heard of others far larger than her, she was a young lioness with legs for days currently in her growth stage and bones large enough to suggest she would fill out to be on the thicker end. Perhaps not as feminine and appealing to some, but she didn’t exactly care for that yet either.

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