Ari'el had been thinking of what to do with the lion in silence until she saw him stir a bit and sit up. She noticed the effort that it took and felt a bit compassionate for him. She listened to his words as he spoke about the Queen of the Outlands having gone mad with power lust. She looked down at Najja and then back at the lionesses. She jerked her head to him and they moved, helping him up.<br/><br/>"Can you walk? My girls will help you for the rest of the way, then we will see to your wounds." She spoke. Her voice soft, yet strict. She had to keep a healthy balance of compassion and leader like tones to her voice at all times. She didn't want to seem too weak, and she didn't want to be seen as cruel. That is how her sister would have ruled over the Pride Lands if her father had chosen her before he died. She couldn't bare to think about what life would be like if Lavi had to rule over their home. She would give a soft shiver just thinking about it.<br/><br/>As they came upon the large rock, some lionesses would flock to see who the male was. Of course they would be interested, they haven't seen a male in about a month, possibly less.