It was only a matter of time really before she would be after her older sister, it was almost like their mom's couldn't stand her hanging around any longer. She was too loud, too boisterous, and she had far too much energy to actually keep contained properly. The gangly yearling left if only to give them the peace they so desperately desired, it wasn't like she actually had a plan about anything. Speaking of which, Chantilly had no fucking idea where she was or where she was supposed to be headed. There was sand, sand, and more sand. And oh look, more SAND! As far as she could tell this place sucked so far but she didn't really have a choice in the matter. She strolled along for a couple feet before eventually she pulled to a halt, heterochromatic eyes glancing around her. The place had numerous scents and paw prints of others before her, so she assumed she was headed the right way. Glancing around she would let out a lazy chuff, someone would come along eventually and then she'd get some directions or something of that nature.

He's never done this before and frankly, it felt all sorts of wrong. The obsidian giant had no sooner approached the passageway than his dark ears had twisted toward the summoning call of a wayward soul.

Bearing the newly minted rank of Noble, he must now show that he was worthy of it. But how to appear charming when you are anything but? The creeping, stalking and brooding glares were all out.

The ghoul tried his best to approach the mauve lion with a friendly posture, though it probably came off as more stunted than elegant, more darkly comedic than welcoming. He slowed at a short, respectful distance from the yearling before speaking to her. "I'm Ransom, Noble of Ecrosia Mire. Are you looking for a pride?" Sales pitch of the year. Great.

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Truthfully Tilly really didn't have any of this figured out. There was no grand plan, nor was there really any fear of "failing" on her end. In her mind she was already considered the family 'fuck up' so any of what happened here would be no more than a distraction for the yearling. The sun was sweltering overhead, and she found herself placing a disgruntled resting bitch face on display for the world to see. Was this really what she had in mind for herself? No, not exactly. But then suddenly a scent hits her and her mismatched gaze is scanning as she whips her head to her right, only to catch sight of the stranger that was approaching. I'm Ransom, Noble of Ecrosia Mire. Are you looking for a pride? @Ransom's curt and to the point and naturally she doesn't mind, she would rather get all of this shit out of the way as soon as possible. It would be better that way, then she would have a better chance at finding her sister and bugging the hell out of her. "No, well.. Maybe. I guess. I'm Catalina, does this pride of yours have a lion that looks kind of similar to me but taller and way less attractive?" She says with a smirk, hoping that he wouldn't mind the banter but not really caring if he did or not. And the way her name rolled so smoothly off her tongue, maybe she was getting better at this lying game then when she was a cub?

[assassin/sleuth exp]
+5 Tell a lie without getting caught (1/2)
+5 Gather information about a character (1/2)
+5 Learn a character's name and rank (1/2)

Ears presented themselves forward, poised as if he cared about her impending sorry little backstory. He presumed she had one, didn't they all? He certainly did.
But the girl surprises him. Slick words draw his real attention, dark brows knotted as he unsuccessfully attempted to work her out. A careful smile slipped across Ransom's blackened lips. "I can't say that I have." He replied, shifting his heavy weight across his limbs. "But it may be that my pride mates know this... family member is it? ... of yours."
He's not sure what else to say, he's supposed to convince her now. Seal the deal. "We have food and water, you could rest with us for a time Catalina." Honestly, just dazzling. It sounded more like he was taking her prisoner. "My mother knows pretty much everyone." Sweetening the deal.

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So he didn't know anything about her sister, well that was disappointing. This was going to be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Really finding either of these sisters that her mother's had described to her wasn't going to be easy. Tilly had never expected any of this to be a walk in the park, but she had been optimistic that some information would fall into her lap. At the mention of food, water, and shelter her ears would flick idly; she supposed it was probably better than standing out in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere. At the mention of his mother, she would flash him a mischievous grin, "And who is this mother of yours?" She asks curiously though in reality the woman would only be truly useful to her if she had information that she desired. She took a few steps closer to him, surveying him easily. "I wouldn't mind hanging at your place for a bit, at least until I can get my bearings or whatever." She reasoned to him. Who knows how long she would end up staying for, maybe just until she got bored and decided to scope out other places. "This mire, what's it like anyways?" She asks him, hoping that in the very least they had things to keep her occupied.

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"My mother is called Jewel Khulani, she resides in the Mire too." He looked the yearling over, waiting for any hint of recognition in her appearance to resonate with him even though he knows it will not. "If your family member has passed through here or is prone to making a commotion, chances are, she knows where they are or have been." He's shameless in his touting of Jewel as the main lure for Ecrosia. But, needs must.

"The mire is situated within a swamp." Better to just come to the truth. Many did not see it as the ideal home, but Ransom had come to appreciate its benefits. "The pride territory itself is mostly dry and with a canopy trees. A good place to keep out of the way, less exposed than other prides."

Most crucially, "The high sovereign is a good man. He would not keep you against your will." He watched the youngster, hoping he's won her round.

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