Mahewa was living it up now that he was a proper member of the pride. His wounds from his fight with Thor had healed well - sadly none were deep enough to leave any good scars, and thinking that made him rather displeased, thinking back on how good the fight could have been. Maybe next time. When the younger lion could keep his head enough not to be a complete pushover. Since then he'd made a point of...not exactly apologizing to the reaver for his words, but at least showing he bore no ill will. That had led to a spate of revelry - they'd kept several thralls busy bringing them food and drink and entertainment for some long while. It was invigorating and left the older male in high spirits.

Today he was intent on meeting more of the pride. It was a massive, bustling place full of all sorts of lions, but he found himself drawn to his fellow fighters. It was a good thing, to while away one's almost-twilight days watching fights and having fights and living pleasurably. Maybe he'd find someone worth pitting himself against... Aha! A large back caught his eye as someone - he knew not who - rounded a large rocky outcropping ahead. He picked up to a jog, shaggy mane flapping about his face as he caught up. Anyone near his size caught his interest - he didn't underestimate smaller lions, but it felt wrong somehow, like he was picking on them to pick fights.

"Ho there!" He cried, blinking in mild interest to see the object of his interest was a rather massive...female! "I don't think we've had the pleasure, friend." He spared only a small glance for the blue male that he hadn't even noticed before tagging along with her. 'Slave' his mind noted without pause or concern. They were 'thralls' here, but he still knew a servant when he saw one.

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