A soft mewl of disapproval  left the lion but he quickly bit his lip to shut himself up. Do true leaders experience thirst? He couldn't answer such a question, with his parents being less than noble. Aadair himself could appear regal, but his youthful look and goofy grin usually kept him from looking like anything more than a kid. He was pushed along but the lizard, licking his dry chops as he took one last glance at the river. The tiny lion had found his thirst, less from nobility and more from stupidity. He didn't now how far the land extended and had found himself in a pickle, stumbling upon The Watering Hole by pure coincidence. "O-of course, lets... rest..." he said, trying to hid the disappointment in his voice, though being such a child having difficulties with it. His tail continued to twitch as the two walked together, but to show how scared he wasn't the lion nuzzled Arkain's arm, with a soft purr.