Out of the Ashes We Rise ;; open for anyone!

[Jetstar]

Tyne smilled back at Kahawia and followed her. He watched her sniff "You pick up anything?" he asked "There's no point in me trying, I can't smell" Tyne smilled at her slightly.

[Zoketi]

Kahawia frowned slightly, trying to pinpoint the other lioness's scent. It was difficult among all the other lion smells. As Tyne finished speaking she jerked her head to him, distracted for a moment. "You can't smell?!?" The lioness lifted her tail in incredulous disbelief. "How do you hunt, then? Find things!" She was mostly just surprised. Her eyes softened and she lowered her tail. "Sorry. It's just unexpected." she tilted her head.

[Jetstar]

Tyne thought Kahawia's reaction was priceless "I've just learned to not count on it, I use me other senses more. Not that it helped an awful lot, the majority of the time I went to sleep starving." he told her "however it's thanks to my loveableness and adorableness that I havnt starved to death" Tyne said, puffing out his chest and tilting his head skyward, smiling then laughing "I just helped prides and they fed me. It doesn't bother me that much anymore" he smilled pushing her in the shoulder "and hey, don't worry about it, at least you're asking" he winked

[Zoketi]

She shook her head, still reeling from the discovery. "Well, alright then. I just can't imagine life without it; I depend on it so much." she flicked her tail with a slight smile. "I guess that's a good routine you made up. Clever." she turned to face front again, lifting her head and pricking her ears. "I suppose I'll have to be in charge of the search here..." she managed to pinpoint Walla's scent and waved her tail at Tyne as she began to trek down the indicated direction. When the scent became strong, she used her eyes.

[Jetstar]

Tyne followed closely behind, observing Kahawia's actions. "That's so cool" he thought aloud. He stayed right behind Kahawia, following her lead until the end of their track

[ladywelsh]

Tasneem had not moved an inch from her spot, on high alert and facing the dilemma of an adrenaline rush - it was difficult for her to even think of becoming consumed by a deep slumber.
With a quiet mew of a yawn she blinked to adjust to the light, the sky was threatening to turn into a blanket of darkness within the hour. So without further adieu, she only kept in line of her mother's vision, she so longed to explore the lands. Perhaps no one would suspect her of being a rogue, if she blended in and pretended hard that she belonged.
It was a daunting thought, life teased her with an array of friends to play, but they were cruelly taken away from her before she could even think of long term friendships. With a determined spring she bounded a few paces forward but stopped, her expression cresfallem only for a moment.
After a prolongued debate Tasneem headed for the den of the Pride, careful to blend in and was wary enough not to talk to anybody, being a cub she could have easily been mistaken for a mother's youngling - her plan was perfect.