[PRP] Infiltrator

[Andranis]

With so many lions in the pride, it was easy for anybody to get lost. Madaha, even with her bloodline, found it even moreso easy. Her markings were common enough, as were her colors. She was thankful for it, for how much it helped her just... Vanish.

The downside was that she couldn't remember who was who, which could become problematic for a healer. The rust-brown lioness let out a sigh, eyes closed as she walked. Why did she decide to become a healer?

A crash not too far away of a lion into some bushes, followed by the panic of a pair of voices fishing the crashee out of the bushes reminded her. Her dear, accident-prone mate, always getting injured. If there was one family Madaha could identify in a heartbeat, it was anybody related to Hadaya.

One lion she couldn't identify was a pale purple and white lioness. Head tilting, a smile slowly spread across her face as she approached. "Hello there! I don't think we've properly met before! I'm Madaha, who might you be?"  

[Andranis]

For a moment, Madaha's ears went back. Old blood, indeed. Like many lions, she could trace her family history back to Ahadi. Of the lions who could, and knew it, the majority traced it through his younger son, Mufasa. Madaha was one of the startlingly few who could trace it through the older son, Taka. From descriptions her father gave, passed to him by his own mother, she was his near-spitting image, while named for her grandmother. She personally knew neither lion, nor did she want to live up to some kind of legacy.

Her ears shifted back forward, smile returning. "Some old blood, a lot of new blood... My mother was born a rogue and my grandmother was also a rogue." While her blood was more rogue than Pridelander, though, she was born and raised here. This would always be home, and it would always be part of who she was. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well, Kalypso. If I may ask, did you join from another pride? We've recently had an influx of lions joining from outside, it's hard to keep track of everybody!"  

[Andranis]

"You're not taking hunting advice from Kushindwa, are you? Because he's probably one of the worst lions to teach you how to hunt." Bless his soul, he TRIED, but he couldn't really hunt to save his life. If he'd been a rogue, Kushindwa would probably have starved by now! "How he hunts ANYTHING successfully, I've got no idea..." She let out a sigh, frowning a bit as she looked over her shoulder. Indeed, there were Bluu'kirembo and Arudaina picking twigs out of the pale grass-colored mane off in the distance. Madaha's gaze returned to Kalypso, smiling again. "Not that there's a shortage of hunters and huntresses to help you. We're all happy to offer help with hunting!"  

[Andranis]

Perhaps her honesty was a BIT blunt. But it had to be better than lions finding out first-paw just how chaotic it would be with Kushindwa hunting with them. She'd never seen him walk in a straight line before.

The topic shifted, ever so slightly, and her ears went up. "Me? Oh, not for a while now. I'm a Healer! It seemed a good idea to have some around the pride, especially with how many lions there are. Not every hunt is successful, after all, and no hunt is without risk." She shifted, glancing now in the general direction of the Elephant Graveyard. "Or in case hyenas attack..." They made her, in a word, nervous. Maybe it was very old prejudices talking, who knew for sure? She only knew that they were much more direct competition than leopards, cheetahs, and wild dogs. For whatever reason.  

[Andranis]

Madaha hesitated, "Well, no.. But Simi warned us about them once, and my father's always told me they're dangerous and untrustworthy. He never had a good experience with a hyena..." Which if anybody had ever known about the history her grandfather had with hyenas, they'd find ironic that Taka's only living son disliked the beasts. "They also steal food from the lands, and kill more than they can eat..." She was just stating facts, after all. Right?  

[Andranis]

Before Madaha could say anything else, she heard a series of yells before another crash of brush carried over the grass. She cringed, ears folding back as one eye pressed closed. "That sounded bad... I'm sorry, I'm going to have to go make sure they're okay. Bluu'kirembo and Arudaina are convinced they can get Kushindwa hunting properly. I hope we can talk again, Kalypso!" Turning, the rust-brown lioness went to tend to her mate and friends.