Aadair pouted again, realizing his, rather thin, charade had been seen right through. The small lion huffed and said "I-I'm not shaking and I'm strong enough to go out on my own" He was trying to make his voice powerful but once again hearing it crack and making his appearance much more cute than it was threatening. He swished his tail and crossed his arms, looking up at the lizard, who he had taken for a push over by now. "My parents don't follow me everywhere" truth be told his other friend had long sense gone back to their own territory, further off. It would probably take his pride a long time before they realized he was gone, even so they wouldn't go looking for him until much later. Aadair's ears still sat back on his skull, instinct being smarter than his brain right now. He should be scared, he should ask politely, but the pride of a lion, even a tiny one, would never submit... until he was knee deep in something he couldn't handle.