Bonding with other lions had always been a difficult task for the boy who hardly exercised his right to communicate verbally. Such was natural to him, to keep quiet and to analyze a lion's intentions through their body language but it had quickly been recognized that not everyone understood. @Beelzebub, he was beginning to understand, was one of few who did. Not entirely forcing conversation out of him but instead moving with the punches.

Echo, he thought to himself, yes. That had been her. She had not quite been as accepted a sight as the one he held in his company now but in some roundabout way he was thankful that she was here, for Bee's sake. It pleased him to know that the reason that he had given Echo as to why she fought for Scilla was accurate. So Mithros gave a hum of deep rooted approval, pleased to know that at least Bee understood the Dieudonne on that level of the field. That should she require it, they would be at her side.

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Mithros seems pleased with her explanation, his low rumble vibrating in her ears. She suspects that means she is right -- that he, too, would be at her back if she needed aid. It's comforting to have her beliefs validated, though she cannot help but think of the very different outlook of some of her siblings. They don't trust, they see only strangers who would wish them harm, not the allies they could have. She pushes her darker thoughts away, doing her best not to dwell on them. They have very nearly reached where they began, with no disturbances found today. Beelzebub is not the type to linger, and she tilts her head slightly at her companion. "See you around," she offers somewhat lamely, flicking her tail and vanishing back into the underbrush. Exeunt Beelzebub

Some days he struggles endlessly with his thoughts and cannot begin to wrap them around certain aspects of the life he surrounded himself with but today was easy enough. A moment where he did not have to surface his aggression or frustration but instead put it into something more meaningful like bonding with a pride mate. The best he had been able to do was appreciate from afar the lengths that @Beelzebub would go to for his family. The words she had spoken only solidifying that.

As they neared to where they had begun, Mithros could almost feel her mentally pulling away from him until she physically did so. With a grunt of acknowledgement, Mithros relinquished his company unwillingly though he would do nothing to stop her. With a few slow blinks, the yearling continued forward along the patrol of the border. Can't ever be too careful. exit mithros

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