"What an unconvinent trail to follow..."

A faded cream pelt, complimented by faint stripes running along his back end padded softly along a worn trail he had spotted after leaving the passage from which he had came. Deciding against his better judgement at staying put, he had caught the first scent he could find and began to follow it. Though at first faint and muddled with the smell of dozens of other lions, as he tracked it farther away from the passage, it set it, causing him to wrinkle his nose in utter disgust. "Do these felines never bathe? For god's sake it's as if they live in the ground."

A sigh escaped his muzzle as another cool breeze floated through his growing mane, revealing hints of thin white fur strands. He shivered lightly, his short fur was definitely not made for the cold air, that was for sure. Giving himself a quick shake to stir up some heat within, his own force knocked him unbalanced, sending him tumbling over his own feet and rolling down the side of the small hill he had been treading along. Catching himself before he was a pancake against the rough side of the mountain the path had been following, he grumbled to himself, shoving himself back onto his paws. 'How lousy! Now my pelt is all dirty, and I just cleaned it...'

Sitting at the base of the towering layers of stone, he gave his mane a light shake, stirring up the dust that had clumped and collected during his roll. A quick breath triggered a series of sneezes, too light too belong to a lion but too loud to belong to a lioness. Another grunt released itsself from his throat before he began to groom himself for the second time that evening. Eyes shut tightly as he conteplated his next move, it wasn't until he peeked one open to check on his work that he noticed; the scent he had been following was undoubtedly stronger towards the montain, yet no lions were in sight.

"Looks like I spoke too soon..." Rising once more, he began to tread along the mountain, mouth slightly parted to try and commit the scent to memory. There was no doubt he would come across it many times within his stay in this land, and he'd rather know before hand who he was dealing with, if anyone. After a minute of walking, dodging edges of the mountain that jutted out amd threatened to send him rolling once more, he found the strongest point of the smell. "Well no wonder these beasts smell so damp, they go in the mountain!"

This was no doubtedly pridelands. Now the real question was, where was everyone at? There was no way they actually lived in that musky cave, was there?

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He was tired of sitting around staring at the walls of the Hollows. He wanted an adventure and damn it he was going to get it. Rasmus knew just about every inner working of the numerous underground caves by now and it was to the point where the cub was now expanding his horizons. Instead he was spending more time outside of the Hollow caves and though it was certainly cold the snow only helped to hide him as he shuffled along. Curiosity drove him further as he continued to tread along, purple gaze curiously taking in everything around him. There were plenty of times where he paused to roll around in the snow, kicking large tufts up into the air around him. However with the sound of someone approaching Rasmus darted, taking cover between two relatively large boulders. The cub burrowed down in the snow, lying as flat as possible before finally the form of the stranger came into view. His nose twitched, inhaling the unfamiliar scent. Who was he? Where did he come from? He wasn't part of the pride, Rasmus was smart enough to know that. *Rasmus is attempting to stay hidden @Dolion

'Perhaps someone will return from a hunt of some sort. These strange lions do hunt, right?'

How unfortunate it would be if they actually did live in the mountain. Could they see? Of course, he had no issue seeing at night, but to live in that darkness? Was it not suffocating? He was no fan of the dark, that was for sure. It offered him no protection due to a rather bright pelt he sported, and frankly made things rather creepy, even for him.

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the bundle of white fur that had been playing around him till he heard a rather loud crunch in the snow. Head-turning in instinct to find the source of the sudden thud, he realized that the scent had grown stronger somehow, fresher. His gaze was now on a swivel as he positioned himself back on his feet, attempting to locate the source. Locating a trail of the shiny white frozen substance along the ground, he followed along, coming across the boulders where it just suddenly stopped. "Now what on earth... Is someone there?" Perhaps the scent was dampening his senses. Or perhaps he had finally snapped. It had to be one of the two.

Dolion is attempting to find @Rasmus.
Rolling 1d10: 5

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He hunkered down in the snow in hopes that he would keep his location concealed but with his movement came a very loud crunch! that inevitably caught the stranger's attention. 'Now what on earth... Is someone there?' Rasmus sat perfectly still, his purple gaze watching intently for a few long seconds before he finally poked his head around the boulder he was seeking refuge behind. "Don't worry, you aren't crazy." He offered as an explanation before taking a few steps closer. Rasmus paused, sizing the yearling up before he continued, "But you are trespassing so I guess that makes you sort of crazy after all." He offered then, pondering things for a few seconds. "What made you come out here?" He wondered aloud then, but in the back of his mind Rasmus knew that he was only a cub, there wasn't much he could do to stop this individual if he decided to venture further into the pride lands. @Dolion

His gaze shifted to meet the small voice that greeted him, raising a brow as he seemingly read his thoughts. 'How curious...' Before he had a moment to let the new questions settle into thought, he was quickly thrust back into the moment as he was told he was indeed, crazy. "Well I wouldn't say you were much better. For all you know, I could be out here looking for my next snack," Messing with the little one's head, although he wasn't much older in comparison at first glance, couldn't do much harm. After all, he was the one to insult him, intentional or now. "I heard cub is rather tasty. Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" Glancing away from the cub for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder where exactly the parent's were. It wasn't usual they would be left alone, was it? He wouldn't know, his always ignored him. A faint grimace slipped onto his muzzle at the thought, but was quickly dispersed as he turned back at the question.

"Why, it's just a mountain. Mountains are made to explore." He wasn't exactly going to tell the child he was trying to find the lions that may supposedly live in the mountain of course. But, now that he thought of it, he had said something about tresspassing, "Speaking of which, what did you mean by 'you are trespassing', no one actually lives here, do they?"

@Rasmus

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Rasmus watched the individual with a passive expression, but deep inside the territorial emotions of protecting his home rumbled beneath the surface. 'Well I wouldn't say you were much better. For all you know, I could be out here looking for my next snack, I heard cub is rather tasty. Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers?' He watched him with cold indifference before offering a smirk, "Strangers don't scare me, you don't scare me. Besides, you aren't much older then me." He said boldly, after all Rasmus wasn't doing anything wrong here. This was his home, he could come and go as he pleased. But this guy? He was trespassing and from what Rasmus gathered that was normally a pretty big rule to be breaking, especially in pridelands. 'Why, it's just a mountain. Mountains are made to explore. Speaking of which, what did you mean by 'you are trespassing', no one actually lives here, do they?' Rasmus took a few measured steps forward, his purple gaze never wavering from the stranger. "Oh there are plenty of us here you just haven't looked hard enough." He informed him but this stranger wouldn't get that opportunity if Rasmus had anything to say about it. "That said .. you need to leave. Or I'll make you." He was smaller then him but that didn't mean that Rasmus wasn't determined to hold his ground and most importantly keep him from going further into the pridelands. Perhaps it was a foolish endeavor but the prince knew that a trespasser in their home meant trouble and damn it he was going to protect it at all costs! His tail lashed against his flanks, ears flattening against his head before suddenly he burst forward, claws digging into the snow for traction all the while. With a snarl (that probably didn't sound as menacing as it should have) he lashed out, attempting to swipe his claws at the yearling's face, meanwhile his jaws snaked out next as he then attempted to grasp hold of the male's left cheek area with his teeth. This was a warning, one that he was going to make sure rang home one way or another. Rasmus vs. @Dolion for Dominance aka 'Leave or Else' Round 1 of 3 Hits: Rolling 3d20: 2 + 12 + 4 Dodges: Rolling 1d20: 18

Kvi was somewhat known to slink around the pride territory and keep an eye on their borders from a hidden vantage point. It was such a thing in mind that had him out and about anyways. An unfamiliar scent wafted on the wind and he was determined to investigate. However, when he'd heard the scuffle, he made a quiet beeline for the source. This led him to find his pale brother head-on with an older (not by much) lion and he'd be damned if he just let Ras fight alone!

A sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he charged in from Dolion's right but from behind. The royal teen attempted to launch himself at the trespasser's right haunch with the intent to dig in his claws into the meaty area for a painful grip. His jaws opened wide to attempt to bite down in the same area while standing on his hind legs with his tail out for balance. His ears folded against his skull in reflex. Take that!

Myrkvi & @Rasmus vs @Dolion
Dominance - Like hell I'm letting my brother do this alone!
R1 of 3

"Hits:

Rolling 3d20: 10 + 18 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 1d20: 18

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"You got me there," he mumbled, a small roll of his eyes fluttering by as he listened. While he wasn't much older, there was no doubt he knew more. Though.. not about this world. So perhaps he had a point. This inward dillemma caused his brows to furrow as he realized how little he actually knew about where he was. Another trail of though cut short by the cub starting to speak once more. Did he ever shut up?

Turns out a lot more of them did live around the area it seemed, how strange. Who would actually want to live in a cave... "Make me?" Dolion was caught utterly off guard when the cub launched himself at his face, flinching back but ultimately failing to defend himself against the sudden attack. Letting out a grunt, along with a minor wince as the small teeth dug into his cheek, he gave himself a violent shake in a last attempt to throw the cub off.

"Fiesty little bugger, I don't fight children. That would be an insult to my dignity," Another wave of pain jolted from his rear end as another cub attached himself to his hind leg, positioning himself for another bite. At this rate, he would have scars in every area of his pelt! Not willing to be taken down by mere scraps of fur, Dolion raised his left hind leg, aiming it in the new arrival's direction in an effort to kick him off before he could cause his rear any more damage.


Dolion vs. @Rasmus & @Myrkvi
for Dominance
Round 1 / 3

Hits:

Rolling 2d20: 12 + 16

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 20 + 14

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Rasmus was intent on making sure that this yearling knew not to come poking around here again, that was the only thing on his mind as he launched himself at the male. He was fueled with adrenaline when his claws managed to find purchase on his face and he was going to try to hold onto him until the brute proceeded to shake him off of him. Rasmus landed in the snow with an oomph! before he was quickly attempting to scramble back onto his paws once again. Thankfully though he wasn't alone anymore as the presence of Myrkvi became clear but once Dolion started lashing out at him Rasmus was quick to throw himself back into the fray. The siblings may fight tooth and nail with each other back home but outside of their Hollows they protected one another with everything in them. Rasmus ran at Dolion head on though this time his left front paw aimed at his right side as he attempted to rake his claws against the yearling's ribcage. His tail splayed outward behind him in order to help him maintain his balance meanwhile he kept his head slightly lowered to protect his neck; in the moment he was trying to remember everything his father had taught him about fighting and mostly about defending himself while attacking. Rasmus & @Myrkvi vs. @Dolion for Dominance aka "Leave or We'll make you" Round 2 of 3 Hits: Rolling 3d20: 12 + 13 + 15 Dodges: Rolling 1d20: 10

Well, this was interesting indeed. Morrigan hadn't been in the immediate vicinity but the commotion was enough to draw the Lead Fighter's attention. At first, the Valkyrie was alarmed by the sight that met her. A strange young lion was entirely too deep into the territory, but from the little bit of information she could gather in the few moments of her approach, @Dolion wasn't being aggressive and just seemed to be ignorant and pride customs.

All the same, two small figures knew the laws of their home as well as she did, and had taken it upon themselves to defend in her absence. When she saw the older boy wasn't being rough with his defenses, Morrigan decided this was probably just good practice for the boys. So with an entirely amused expression on her face, the dark warrior settled squarely in the middle of one of the escape routes to watch this play out, paying particular attention to @Rasmus and @Myrkvi's fighting choices.

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