Najja woke when he heard his mother leave. Stretching and yawning, the male lion made his way out to where most of the small pride of banished lionesses, and the few males stood. He couldn't see what had drawn their attention, but he moved through the ranks, snarling at a few who blocked his path. When he had made it to the front of the group he could see what had drawn the attention. Pride Landers weren't a common sight this far, they were often chased off my the Outsiders or killed -- which ever came first; a small few became part of their pride. But this lioness was badly injured, and likely near death already.<br/><br/>Raising his gaze from the sight before him, Najja spotted his mother standing on the other side of the injured lioness and met her eye.<br/>"What shall we do with her, mother?" He asked.