Leander had heard of the return of @Alizabeth to the Lagoon. The last time he had joined, she had been dethroned soon after. As disappointing as it had been, the Miroslav man had no doubt that the returned King would hold onto to the throne with an iron fist now that it was back in her clutches.

Eager to return to pride living, the patched male finds himself back on Scilla's borders, waiting silently for anyone to come meet him. He would hope that he has proved himself after having fought for a rank the previous time he had been a part of the Lagoon. He releases a low call for whomever might be able to accept him once more.

His call is heard and Alizabeth is quick to move through the territory, her nimble limbs carrying her with a swiftness that was signature for her small form. She was still injured, but the King refused to let her injuries slow her down at all. Ears dance atop her head and as the Miroslav came into view, the King can't help but grin wide. If only the rest of the brothers would come back out of their cave. She bows extravagantly for a moment before dancing a little jig on the sand, kicking some up as she does. "Look who's back, back again. We are back, tell a friend." She says in a sing-song voice, her tail wiggling behind her teasingly. "So good to fuckin' see you again, @Leander!" Alizabeth finally says in a normal tone, approaching to bump heads with him.

It does not take long for @Alizabeth to come into view, a decorated warrior now very fittingly decorated in fresh wounds and scars. Leander had not been there to view the battle himself but the Miroslav has no doubt that her opponent might be looking far worse than she did. She does a little merry jig and a boyish grin forms in the corner of his lips as he spectates, pleased to see her in good spirits. "Right where you belong," he remarks, closing the distance between them to offer her an amicable butt of cheeks.

"I am here to stay, if you will have me," he states the obvious, giving her a small bump with his shoulder -- nothing to hurt her but enough to perhaps throw her off balance ever so slightly. He is looking forward to see what Alizabeth has in store now that her crown had been rightfully returned.

A laugh escapes her as he speaks, a proud grin curving her lips. Shoulders square, but not before the King is jostled just a bit from his gentle bump. Growling playfully, she settles to sit down and adjust her form, lifting a paw to lick at a mild wound on her paw before focusing on her company again. "You better fuckin' believe it. Wanna be one of my Nobles or some shit?" She murmurs, wondering if he felt like doing any type of work. Normally Alizabeth would be a hardass about working if you wanted to stay, but she was in too good a mood to bother with that shit right now. @Leander could be a lazy ass, but she had a feeling he wasn't exactly the type.

"I would be honoured," Leander accepts with a nod, having once fought Ransom for the very role. He had been successful but that had all been short-lived. @Alizabeth was as close as family at this point in time, what with his family's departure. He feels he owes it to her to be honest and upfront.. not that the Miroslav was anything but blunt in nature. "When the time is right, I will challenge for the Oasis," he begins, coming to sit beside the Scilla King, "but until then, I am yours." He is grateful to have someone he can rely -- someone that has his back no matter what. Leander would repay the favour all day every day.

Alizabeth grins again, her tail sweeping behind her happily. It had been a bit since she'd felt this satisfied, but she was getting back into the swing of things. As @Leander mentions a pride, a brow arches - head tilting in curiosity. The Oasis? "Oh yeah? The fuck they do to ya, or is it not personal? Just want a beach of your own?" She chuckles, then she remembers something rather important. Oh, fucking duh. "Oh, right...speaking of, where the fuck did your brother go?" She questioned, having no idea how to be sensitive right now. Not that she knew there was a reason to be sensitive.

@Alizabeth asks of his motives for challenging for the Oasis and Leander does not skip a beat in responding simply enough, "I am simply taking back what rightfully belongs to the Miroslav." She might understand, what with her connection with the Lagoon. When the topic turns to that of her brothers, it is clear that he becomes crestfallen, having spent many many hours searching for his family.

It would seem that they had all cleared out, perhaps in search of greener pastures. At least this is what the patched male continues to tell himself for anything else would keep him awake at night with worry. "Your guess is as good as mine," he responds with a shrug of broad, muscular shoulders. He would hope one day to be reunited with them.

With a shake of his fiery mane, the Miroslav gives a small stretch of his body, "I could do with a meal. You fancy some dinner?" he changes the pace of their conversation, eager to head off and have his belly filled so that he may focus on his next challenge.

Exit Leander