"It's strange that the younger was made queen, is it not?" Najja asked, following his mother's gaze to the lioness. He nuzzled his mother when she nudged him.<br/>"I will leave right away, and will try my hardest." As his mother walked away towards the injured lioness, Najja turned in the other direction, the direction they had all been facing earlier that day.<br/><br/>Najja had started running when he had put a little distance between himself and the Outlands. It was strange being this close to the Pridelands. For one, there were more animals, fresh water, it even felt different. He stopped at a pool of water and lapped at it, marveling at how clean and cool it was before continuing his journey. As he neared what he assumed was Priderock, he smeared dirt into his coat to make it appear as though he had been in a scuffle. Putting on a fake limp, he moved closer to the objective, hanging his head until he was close enough to have caught the attention of a few lionesses. At this he collapsed, appearing to tired to go on.