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Kizev moved cautiously, his attention focused on the hunt. He'd long since learned how to let idle thoughts rest where they wouldn't distract him, and his senses were attuned to the world around him.

That was how he heard the noises that seemed to be...different...than what was expected of the stream. Moving water was a constant background noise, but something in the quality of the sound had changed and pale purple eyes narrowed as the lion changed his direction towards the stream.

Creeping up, he poked his head above a rise to get a good look...

...and sighed, standing up fully as he spotted the lioness wading around. She was a Slave, he thought, but he couldn't remember her name. Not someone he usually worked with. But someone related to Uchanjaa or Nkosazana, with that coloration.

"I guess we won't be bringing back any fish," he joked.

"Kizev," he answered easily. She seemed nervous, which was a shame. But if she was here, she was clearly a Slave and not a Royal Guard, which did make things much simpler for him. And the lioness didn't seem to be that kind of person anyway, so he could just be himself.

"That's true," he offered her a smile. "Though...I think you may be new at this, we don't tend to bring back fish," the male told her gently. There weren't, from what he'd seen, many fish in the stream, and those that were there were difficult to catch. None of the Hunters or Huntresses were particularly good at it, so there were almost never fish to be had in the pride.

The lion blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected to learn that, of all things. Yes, her inexperience showed clearly, but who would've thought she'd be another twin? They weren't exactly common, though they were far from unknown in the pride.

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious," he replied with a small laugh. "But, I didn't know you have a twin! I do too."

Switching subjects to something a little more practical, however, he considered the merits of the two preybeasts she had mentioned. "Well, first of all, gazelle and antelope are fairly similar," he mused aloud. "But of the two, I think antelope are easier to catch." Great Lion knew he wasn't particularly fast and the odds of Arusha being so weren't great. Not to mention a paired hunt didn't work so well if one got way beyond the other.

Hoofprints, hm? He hadn't seen too many recent tracks, but it couldn't hurt to take a look at Arusha's find. At the very least it could serve as a good lesson on tracks, their identification, and what they meant.

"By all means, lead the way," he encouraged her. "We'll certainly take a look at those hoof prints and see what they can tell us on our hunt." Yes, she was technically older than he was, but out here, on the hunt, he was clearly the more experienced. Which meant it was his duty to ensure that she learned something out here, if only to make future hunts smoother and easier on everyone.

Kizev followed along more sedately until they reached the spot where Arusha had found tracks. Pausing and being careful not to touch them, the lion bent over to examine them. Then he nodded.

"Yes, these are antelope tracks. However," he extended a single claw and gestured to the sides of the depressions, "see how the sides of the hoofprints are dry and crumbling?" He then laid his own paw in the earth besides the prints for a few moments before withdrawing it and gesturing again.

"On the other paw, my own print is damp on the sides and the bottom and will remain like that for some time, until the heat dries it out. That means that whenever the antelope passed through here, it was some time ago." He glanced up, smiling at the darker lion. "But other than the age of the tracks, you did good. We might as well follow these for now and see if we can find something more recent - the herd may have stopped to graze after they passed through here."