Tanga looked back at Auni, slightly surprised. First, the lion had appeared out of nowhere, and now here he was, sitting with him and talking about his past, as if they had known each other for months. The way he spoke of his past...of his family, left Tanga feeling more alone than he had in the moments before when he was watching Imani have her fun.
He was hesitant, still unused to having someone to talk to, but there was something about Auni...much like there was with Imani...that made him feel the need to open up, at least a little. He looked over at Imani as she began to speak. "She reminds me of myself, Imani does," he said softly, hesitantly. "She's going through a tough time, just as I did when..." he sighed, once again finding himself wanting desperately to confide his secret, but at the same time refusing to jeapordise anything he had with these companions. In the end, he simply switched topics. "The difference is that she has a second chance at getting her sister back...I never got that."
He turned to look at Auni as he continued to lie there, his head against his paws, just allowing himself to relax a little after a trying day. "You're lucky, Auni...to have had someone like your sister growing up. I...I had no-one. At first it was just me a my parents, a small rogue family. For most of my life now, I...I've had no-one but myself. I was staying with another pride up until today, but they never truly accepted me. Aside from a couple of cubs in that pride, you and Imani are the only lions I have really met properly in over a year."
Tanga hesitated briefly. Why, exactly, was he talking about his past to Auni again? It the end, he ignored his inner doubts, and kept going. "I don't know if you heard, but when Ra gave herself up to Mufalfa for us, she made me promise to watch over Imani in her place. On top of that, Imani is the the first lion I've ever met that was anywhere near my age...now that I've met both of you, I...I don't know if I could go back to being a lone rogue again." He managed a small, half-hearted chuckle. "I mean, here I am, watching Imani and singing to myself, and yet, before you showed up, I don't think I've ever felt more alone. It's just..." he sighed. His nerves were beginning to fail him again. "...I'm sick of it, you know? I'm sick of being on my own, with nothing but my thoughts and dreams for company. You and Imani...you two are the first chance I've ever had for..." Dare he say the word? "...Friends." Apparantly he did dare.
But with that one, final word, the blind faith Tanga had put into his tongue slipped away, and he retreated back inside himself. He felt so awkward, talking to someone else like this. During his time alone, he would occasionally talk to himself, sometimes to make sure his voice still worked, and sometimes just to make sure he did not go entirely insane from the solitude. But now he was with someone else, every word he spoke sounded awkward and wrong. Why couldn't he just have a normal conversation without having to feel self-conscious?
His shyness creeping up on him again, Tanga turned back to watch Imani, part of him hoping Auni would leave him in peace...part of him hoping that he would keep up the conversation. And, if he was perfectly honest with himself, Tanga knew, deep down, which part he wanted to win most.