Najja listened to his mother, recalling the name of the old king of the Pridelands from the stories he had been told growing up.<br/>"What is she doing here than? Should she not be ruling the pride?" He knew the king had had two daughters, one older than the other, but he wasn't sure which one this was. Najja stepped back as two other males moved the lioness to another area to rest. The others who had gathered soon dispersed as well, returning to their duties or back to rest themselves now that the 'excitement' was over.<br/><br/>Pacing on a rocky outcrop not far from where the injured lioness lay, Najja kept an eye on her. He didn't trust her. Why was she here if not for some sort of trick? He watched as a few lionesses washed out the worst of her wounds. Many of them were ex-Pridelanders themselves and likely felt a connection to this lioness, maybe even knew her. Najja had no such connections, having been both born and raised in the Outlands.