[PRP] Gosh, you look purdy! (Riddi x Mwezimoma)

[Neon Fly]

Mwezi's stomach was rumbling so loudly that it made thinking about anything but food nearly impossible, even something as important as her search for the albino crocodile. Despite having found a new home to call her own--a swamp no less, how appropriate!--having arrived on her own it was unlikely that anyone was going to come calling for mealtime. This of course, was fine by Mwezimoma. She'd been hunting her own prey, granted it was mostly left over scraps of meals from previous hunters or very small game, since she'd left her father and sister in the rogue lands and didn't need anyone's help! Unfortunately though, it meant leaving the muddy river bed in search of something edible.

Stepping dirty brown paws out of the water the adolescent female waded onto land, however reluctantly, to begin her search. Once a ghostly pale figure in the swamp, Mwezi blended almost perfectly into the dark and dreary setting of her surroundings now. A soft, pink gaze flicked across the area, hoping to chance upon a hare or something equally as edible, but there didn't appear to be anything close by.

And that's when she heard it.
The crack of something brittle.

Without trying to get her hopes up--and she did hope that it was the sound of a fellow pride member breaking the bones of a marsh deer--Mwezi casually made her way towards the sound. Ears that held a slightly less thorough caking of mud twitched attentively, though what she found was... disappointing to say the least.

Watching the unfamiliar cub out of the corner of her eye, sucking down insects from an infested log made her stomach churn with disgust. Even she wasn't that desperate, but for heaven sake she was already in his line of sight. It'd be a wonder if she could slip past him without his notice and continue on her way unbothered.  

[Neon Fly]

The soft voice that called out to her caused Mwezi's step to hitch, pausing in mid-stride.

Crap. Spotted.

Casting a wary glance towards the earth brown cub several feet away she wondered if it'd stay there and simply let her pass. Her own muddy head bobbing towards him in a mild greeting before an even, almost cautious pace was picked up again. Besides her own siblings, she had little experience with cubs and though she was reaching the peak of adolescence having a litter of her own was certainly the furthest thing from Mwezi's mind right now.

Another chirping greeting, this time sounding far closer than the last, caused the young lioness to search for the stray, bug-consuming cub. To her surprise the little thing had planted itself directly in her path causing her to stop short once more, a bit more impatient now. She was hungry and not much in the mood for strange games. Mwezi..

Was the short answer, flicking her dripping tail and proceeding to create a half circle around the unfamiliar cub. Then again, most of the lions that lived in the swamp were unfamiliar to the mud masked river wader. Socializing was seen as little more than a distraction from her quest. Hopefully Riddi would get the hint and leave well enough alone.