Juuso shook his mane and nodded,"Yep, I'm a prisoner. Took me when I was out sleeping near the border." The white lion's fur was uncommon for the northern tribe, they mostly had dark fur, yet his was white. "I think they took me because me father was from the southern and me mother the northern. Yeah, I'm a half-pride." His voice was low encase the guards were listening.

"Why did they capture you?" Dawn asked curiously, this new lion sure was interesting! She looked around for her mom the golden lioness was no where to be seen Where is she? Dawn thought.

"I'm not really sure. Your king hasn't talked to me yet." Juuso told the cub. He tried to remember who their king was, but his mind blanked,"Do you think you could talk to him and get him to talk to me?" He asked the cub quietly.

Dawn shrugged, "Sure! But I should talk to my mom first I don't know where he is!" She started to run across the camp in search for Safia. There she is! she thought when she finally saw a lioness with dark golden fur.

Juuso nodded, going into his quiet mode. If the cub told its mom about talking to him, it wouldn't believe her. Around the warriors and hunter, Juuso was quiet and neat. He would sit behind the guards, his paws crossed.

Puddle noticed Dawn running fro the direction of the prisoner. She walked over and nudged the guards away, as her rank is as important as Talon's. "Prisoner, could you tell me your name." She said as more of command. She then sneezed, breaking her strong posture and stare. She almost started laughing, a small snicker escaping her mouth.

*Araali kept running, making it to the border, skidding to a halt at the entrance of the camp, brushing through the tall grass surrounding it.* "I'm Back!" *Araali yelled, his smiled large and his tail flicking side to side*

"Juuso. Why do you care?" He looked the the female, forgetting the rulers of this pride,"Shouldn't you be taking more prisoners? I mean, you are the strongest pride in the savanna?"

"Eh, I'm not really like Talon, the Pride King. Even if I'm suppose to be, you know, being his mate, the Pride Queen. Plus I think it's rude to take prisoners. I mean I don't like seeing other lions suffer, therefor I don't like having prisoners." She said with a smile gracing her face. Her white tail flicking low to the ground.

*Kizma*

I wander, walking quite close to the Northern Pride Kingdom. I chase some butterflies before simply bounding around and enjoying myself.