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Keir sat staring off into the rouge lands. He'd been doing that for the past few days, his heart aching to go out and see the world, but his mind telling him to stay. There weren't many rules within the Stormborn, but a Freeborn leaving the lands without a Captain and a Viking plan was one of them. He sighed softly and turned away, deciding staring at what he couldn't have wouldn't help his problem.

He padded towards the center of the pride, hoping to find someone that might be able to help. Captains were often looking for new blood to take out with them or to add to their Viking groups, but Keir hadn't had much success in finding any so far. He knew they were out there...he just couldn't find one.

Plopping himself down by the watering hole, he decided to wait here for someone to come to him. A Reaver would work, as they needed to find a Captain to go out on their first Viking, too. Maybe he could even ask some Freeborns if they knew of a willing Captain. Some of them might even be mated to one. Keeping his eyes peeled, he glanced around, waiting for someone to come and take a drink so he could bother them.

Lost in thought, Keir didn't notice the approach of the female until the wind changed. He turned his head to survey her, watching silently for a time. There were those in the pride that still carried the old beliefs, that females were good for running dens and raising cubs, but he was not one of them. No, he could see the potential females carried and respected them as much as he respected any lion to cross his path. He didn't call out to her or jeer as if she were a Thrall, but waited for her to settle down before moving over to her.

"Good day," he said as he approached. He had no idea if this female was a freeborn, a thrall, or otherwise, but it would never hurt to ask. She could be the mate of a Captain after all.

"A mild day for once," he said, nodding up at the sky where the sun hung. Normally the days were hot, almost unbearably so for the dark-pelted male, but today there was a breeze from the sea that kept the air cool.

"How are you, sister?"

The reaction Keir got made him mentally cross out the possibility of the female being a Thrall. She was far too confident and didn't cower before him as a Thrall might, so it was safer to assume she was at least a Freeborn. Good.

"Not bad," he returned in kind. "Going a little stir-crazy." He paused to scratch at his nose with a claw delicately, not wanting to give himself a cut. He wished for any marks that would remain on his skin to be inflicted during a Viking, not my scratching himself.

"Perhaps you could be of assistance to me," he said, setting his paw down. "I'm trying to get in contact with a Captain who would be willing to take me out for a Viking. I've been of age for long enough and this pride feels smaller and smaller with each passing day." He needed to get out, to see what was beyond the borders of their lands, get into a fight, take home some treasure, change his title from Freeborn to Reaver.

"Do you happen to know any?" he asked, fixing his golden gaze on the female.

Keir waited with baited breath as he waited for the lioness to speak. He really needed to get out into the rogue lands but it was becoming more and more obvious that not as many captains were around as he thought. Hm...once he got out on his own maybe he'd strive to become one and take new Reavers in under his wing...that could be an enjoyable way to spend his time. He didn't want any other newly of-age Freeborn to have to sit and wait while a Captain finally showed up.

Once the answer was given he let out a little sigh of disappointment. Ah well..he'd come across one sooner or later. "Well, thank you for your consideration at least," he said, not wanting to appear too rude for being so disappointed. "I'm sure I'll come across one sooner or later."

He tilted his head just a bit, deciding to share his idea with this female. "Perhaps when I become a Reaver I'll pursue the title of Captain to be a guide for young Freeborn that wish to become Reavers." He gave her a tiny smile. "It might take a while, but if you ever happen across another Freeborn looking to make his or her name in the world as a Reaver, tell them to look for Keir and I'll see what I can do."

The lioness' empowering words made Keir's chest swell with pride just a bit. Yes, his will was strong, wasn't it? It was important to have a strong mind and body, but what was overlooked quite often was willpower. A combination of all three was deadly and highly desired.

"Yes, if you ever decide to join the Reavers I'd be happy to help you. Once I become one myself," he added, shifting to go. He didn't want to be rude, of course, but he did need to get on with his mission. "Well...thank you for your kind words. If there's ever anything I can do for you aside from changing your title please don't hesitate to ask."

Keir nodded his head slightly in return, glad to have at least met another member of this large pride. He turned away from her then, moving off in the direction of his den. He'd start his hunt again tomorrow and wouldn't rest until he became a Reaver.