Tanga simply sat back and watched his mate as she pulle daway from his embrace and turned to face the rising sun, appearing alert for something. Tanga still could not read his mate's feelings and naunces completely yet, but he did know she was not alerted to something...simply because there was nothing out here to be alerted by. She could be jumping at shadows, but Tanga doubted it...something else was drawing her attention.
He got his answer when she spoke up, suggesting the Pridelands as a possible place to move to. Tanga's own ears flicked up at her words, and even as he opened his muzzle to reply, the words died as he hesitated. The Pridelands... Tanga's mind shifted backwards, back to a time before he had met Imani, which now seemed so long ago, but in reality was simply a pawful of months. After his parents had been murdered by the twisted, if slightly mysterious Mufalfa, he had sought shelter in the Pridelands himself as he tried to cope with the grief and loss.
But Tanga's hesitation was derived from thos experiences...the Pridelanders had taken him in and sheltered him, given him a home and food...but that was pretty much it. After his arrival, the Pride had pretty much completely ignored him, left him to wallow in his misery and guilt over the deaths of those he loved. His hesitation was born from those past experiences...they were far from pleasant, and he did not want history to repeat itself.
But he soon shook it off, standing up and moving so he was beside, and slightly behind, his mate, looking over her shoulder at the Pridelands himself. His past was not something he talked about much, even to Imani...he had told her the absolute basics, that he had come here once, and had not really been properly accepted, but he had never gone into proper detail. Sighing, he turned to her, offerring her a genuine, if half-hearted, smile of encouragement. "That's as good idea as any, Imani," he said, his voice betraying the emotional weight he was carrying. "It'll be far better than here, at the very least," he added, while waiting for the questions Imani was likely to send his way for his hesitance, and his reluctant tone.
He had always worn his emotions on his fur, and even complete strangers were usually able to read his general thoughts with almost practiced ease. Imani...as his mate...would always have an even easier time of it. So he simply turned to face the Pridelands once more, passively avoiding her gaze as he mentally prepared himself...he would not lie to his mate. Besides, he thought. Maybe things have changed...maybe they'll be more accepting of me now...