Imani snapped out of Tanga's fur and swung her head to look at him before Kioja got in front of her and stared him down. "Or more like a tactic" she replied. The crowd was silent before Kioja prepared herself to talk. "If you did indeed start the fire, it would only be logical for you to make yourself look innocent, so you would have to somehow make it look believable along with your words of lies". She walked around him, circling and looking over his 'injury'.
"Another thing that drives me to wonder is how does it look so perfectly planned?" She looked at the others, "a normal burn would be shifted in two or more parts at the location of injury. His is just in one. Also, Mulfalfa," she looked him straight in the eyes, "the stance you take when you're confronting us does not seem innocent in the least. Nor do your eyes. You appear to be hiding something. As well," she looked away and walked back to them all, sitting down, "how is it that there is fire surrounding us, and you are in no way scared? Sure, you could try and say you're scared, but you would just be lying. Face it, as good as you are at lying through the disgusting teeth in your jaw, you're still always going to be too easy for me to figure out". She smirked and cocked her head, "just like the good ol' days, eh...buddy?" Her tone was sinister, and low, a light purr and snarl mixed in.
Kioja wasn't the co-leader of one of the largest prides in the Pridelands for nothing. She was bored, built, and trained to notice even the finest of key details. And though she was certain some of them would be skeptical at first, they would soon come to realize their leader, Imani, would side with her. It was obvious that Mulfalfa wasn't the most popular...nor any kind of leader. The dark lioness turned her head to the two leaders, Imani and Tanga. "But, that's just my opinion".
Imani looked from the female to Mulfalfa once more, her eyes narrowed. "And those are some great ones..."