"It seems we will have to practice some...outlander diplomacy." Baya purred as he looked over to his mate, then at the stone structure ahead of them. The other lioness did not look amused at the prospect, knowing full well what kind of diplomacy Baya was referring to. Always with violence and these two. Once they stopped at the stone den, Baya let out a loud roar, indicating that he was present. Three lionesses, all looking roughly the same minus some scars and their differenty eye colors.
"Hm, it seems a raggy nasty rogue has stumbled upon our dying lands." One of the females cooed, almost in a seductive tone.
"Your lands will be mine in a matter of minutes." Baya growled, not liking all the attention he was getting simply because he could give them cubs.
"Oh, you are a quick one are you?"
"You can either join my pride, or get lost. I don't like getting my paws dirty when I'm hungry. Only because I get so...enthusiastic about the kill." Baya muttered. The lionesses looked to one another, and smirked.
"We'll join your pride, but you must know what that means..." They purred in unison.