The journey from the valley to this new and foreign land was, right now, the least of Maia's worries. She had lost Kora in the fight with the rogues - they'd first driven them from the Falls and then, as more of them descended into the valley, they drove them out of the land all together. In the midst of the fighting, Maia had lost her younger sister and had yet to find her. She was distraught, angry, and certainly not a lioness to be messed with. The yearling prowled the Chambers, orange-yellow eyes watching every single shadow and crevice for movement. For all the Tolkien knew, the movement could be a cause of her sister, or, alternatively, something more sinister. She could not afford to let her guard down right now. Moving silently through the rocked abyss, Maia's tail twitched as she clung to the shadows. The warrior was unsure of what was ahead, but had a distinct hunch that it wasn't going to be something good.

irish

He found himself in the racket once again, the birds quickly becoming used to the brute in the midst. Not stopping their frantic motions with his appearance, not stumbling mid flight with the rumble of irritation at them. As he enters he notices a feminine scent despite the overwhelming stench of Guano. However, she was hidden rather well. Despite his balefire eyes scanning every inch of the area while barely moving his skull, he cannot find her. He stops, center stage and his voice rumbles forth. "I know you are here. It is impolite to hide" he rumbles. There is a warning in his tone. Hiding from him was a poor choice; he would root her location out if she didn't appear. And she would not like the results if forced to do so.

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Why on earth he was here, Fíonn didn’t know. It reeked. Clearly the pink beast just had no control over his curiosity, but he felt obliged to scour every inch of this island; the fog had parted for him to do exactly that, after all.

Soon though, he realised it might be fate that had brought him here, and for good reason.

Just outside of the cave, he caught a whiff of another male, and the distant smell of another, faded to almost obscurity behind the bat droppings. A deep baritone voice echoed from within, and his nose wrinkled in distaste at the words. The stranger was searching out someone - maybe someone that didn’t exactly want to be found.

Taking a deep breath and rolling his eyes - why did he always get himself into these messes - Fíonn stepped carefully into the cave, drawing up into his full height, an unapologetic great pink tower. He chuffed, loud enough to make his presence known but no so loud as to spook the bats.

“I mean, I’m not hiding,” he said in faux answer to the dark male in front of him. He’d sensed it now, the whiff of a female, and the situation became abundantly clear. Irritation showed evidently on the colossus’ face. “And I’m sure the young lady who is don’t appreciate your chasin’ her.”

Maia continued to cling to the shadows, moving through them as slowly as she seemed fit. The Chambers had a slight glow to them, an azure-green like hue, which was difficult to avoid. But the grey lioness attempted to use her small size to her advantage: that was until the voice of @Gwyn shattered the atmosphere. Maia's grey frame froze, her breath being held only for a moment. The anger and threat which plagued the man's voice was not a welcome one: Maia was a bullet ready to strike should she needed. Who was Gwyn to decide if she were to hide or not? Maia was in a state of high-alert - of course she was going to cling to the shadows more than probably necessary. Before she could speak, another entered and seemed to defend her corner. Maia did not know this stranger - they had never met - yet they had deemed it necessary to defend her nonetheless. Maia might be small, but she sure was mighty. Emerging from the confinements of the shadows, the girl's fire eyes fell upon the frame of @Fíonn first, offering him a twitch of her ear in thanks, before her watchful gaze moved away towards Gwyn. She remained stoic, calm, but her body language - the tense muscles and flickering tail - suggested otherwise. "You seem to assume that I was hiding." The Tolkien states rather bluntly with a snort. She was not in the mood. "It is impolite to skulk around where you're not wanted." She scoffs, baring her ivory fangs toward the High Sovereign. The lioness was simply not in the mood to be tested today: try me.

irish

Burning eyes search the darkness, watching, waiting, searching for the owner of the scent. However it seems that his little game of cat and mouse is to be interrupted by a fool on his white horse. The man snorts at the words, burning gaze falling on the male. Judging him and his pink form and leveling a glare. He is huge as well and completely unfazed by the brute. Unamused that he ruined the fun, but not intimidated or put off by him. No, he is high sovereign and would not be cowed by a stranger.

Chasing her? How uncouth. The brute ignores the question and the other male, going back to his hunt for the source of the scent. He did not have to look for long. For she emerged, a petite woman clothed in gray, voice sounding. Voice sounding rather pissed off. Not his fault she happened to be in his presence. "I live deeper in. If anything its you skulking unwanted" he rumbles countering with a flat tone. Letting the burning gaze fall completely on her, its weight monumental as the High Sovereign observed the woman.

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It was no surprise the brute paid him no heed - he wasn’t the target here after all.

Speaking of, said target made herself known, slate grey and lovely even amidst this guano ridden mess. Her ears twitches in thanks, and Fíonn nodded, the only acknowledgement he wanted.

Fionn wasn’t sure what was to come next - a fight he could not interfere with, perhaps? It rubbed him the wrong way, knowing if this brute was a pride member he could try to claim her. He looked at her bright yellows, and said “Ma’am, should you need me.”

Useless - he hated feeling useless. But there wasn’t much else to do. He glared at the back of the other man’s head, ready and cooled should he need to react.