The lion before him was an interesting one. Raising a brow he listened to @Skjol and was a bit confused. A horse? A fish? More catish? Perhaps than man was just tired from traveling? If he was to bring this one back to the lagoon he would have to keep an eye on him. "I have not seen or heard of anyone like your missing friend." He finally replied after some of the ladies had spoken. "Scilla Lagoon is a stronghold. The sea is on three sides and there is only one way in and out unless you want to swim." He explained a bit about the landscape the pride lived within. "Prides. We call our little gatherings prides." He added trying to be helpful and offer the other lion the answer to his question hopefully he didn’t sound too cocky as he was trying to keep a positive attitude while being respectful at the same time.

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Skjol is amused to say the least. His good eye scans the lionesses and singular lion before him. All these pretty faces--"Choices, choices, choices" he muses, taking a few steps forward. Honestly, he rather would have hunted down the prides themselves, but this was far more convenient. How would he know if any of them were lying? He's been lied to before, but then again he just fought his way out of that situation. Here, though, his size isn't towering over most of the folk--he appears average, at best. Maybe on the bulkier side. He fornws when it appears that none of them have seen svii.

He takes a breath and smells their scents; @Louve has an arid smell, @Dagge and @Lagertha wreak of the sea and this piques his interest the most. @Myra reminds him of a swamp. He nods to the man from Scilla, noting the word they used and held it in the depths of his mind for later. He had considered the man's offer, for a long moment but Skjol was a man of simple pleasures. He rather liked the form of Lagertha, and well--fuck it. Maybe he'd leave anyway if it became to be too 'coombya' for his taste. Who was to say he couldn't leave and seek these people out again, in the future? The dark male moves to the Caladan, smirk on his face "I don't give a shit about your familial vibes, but you may have my strength should you want it: Lead on."

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it is not enough to lure him to her home, and the bitter taste of failure is heavy on her tongue. louve says nothing, though, as he moves towards the man from caladan. says nothing as he makes his choice, and said choice is not the bluffs. shame, really; they could have used him, there.

only when she turns to leave does she bid him farewell, a quick -- "i 'ope you find what you are looking for" -- as she makes her departure from the group. the other potential recruiters earn a quick nod, but otherwise the dieudonne is silent in her retreat.

-exit-

I put my armor on, show you how strong I am

There was a hint of satisfaction glimmering in her eyes when the male made his choice. A hint of pride. Though she briefly bowed her head to the others before her attention returned to @Skjol. Quite a few choices, interesting options. Had she been in his place, were she to be in his place again, would she have made the same she had back then? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. In the end, they all had to find their way. And perhaps in time, he would find his way to reunite with his friend.

Though she certainly wouldn't mind being there for it. While she couldn't be certain, she had to admit that she found herself curious as to what his friend was like. If only from his description, she found herself more intrigued. But it was nothing to dwell on for the time being, her attention and full focus returning to the dark furred male, gaze lingering on the scars for a moment. "I for one can appreciate skill and strength," she purred before turning to the direction of the Cove. "Let's go then." With a last nod towards the other recruiters, she was then on her way, glancing back from time to time to make sure the male was following.

Exit w/ Skjol

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Skjol wastes no time taking strides to keep up with @Lagertha. Truth be told, he was little more than agreeing to simply get out of the damn passage itself. Perhaps he should have considered more carefully--but then again, he would leave and find a home elsewhere should his choice be anything but satisfactory. The brutish male doesn't give the others a second glance, electing to keep his eye trained down at the ground. Still adjusting and all, wouldn't want to flip right in front of a crowd this size no?

He was curious about why so many of these recruiters were 'kind'. The world's he'd visited and seen, that usually wasn't the case. Nor would it be should the future hold something of a recruiting position for him (doubtful though). Better to take, never give back, most of the time people didn't fight things bigger than them anyway. As they meandered away, his thoughts turn to this cove, and skjol knew the first thing he was going to do when he saw the sea once more was take one hell of a swim.

--exit w/lagertha

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Well it was decided and he had once more failed to recruit anyone. For what it seemed it appeared that the stone faced man was destined to never bring anyone back to the Lagoon. He had tried time and time again but the only time he had ever returned from the passage with another soul was that one time when he plucked Allavine from it as a mere babe and the countless times he and Keligan had walked back together to their respective prides. Oh well no use in crying about it all he could do was give a dip of his head as he watched the other leave. He too would turn to leave the spot they all had gathered. Paws moved as he traveled away to see if he could find another needing a new home.

-exit-

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For better or worse, the strange, scarred man is quickly enchanted by the allure of a seaside home. It seems a shame, and something about being passed over so easily rubs Myra the wrong way, but what's done is done. She will not beg.

She watches the maneless beast depart at the Cove lioness's side with narrow eyes and a low huff, shrugging quietly as she pivoted away to take her own leave of the sandy passageway. Well, it looked like she would have more time to devote to hunting today.

She wouldn't complain.

/exit Myra

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