Lion of Prideless
Played by Kim

Smyte's bulky head inclined slightly to return the female's nod, the lioness seemed not at all opposed to his companionship nor wary of his intentions. Were the lion given to displays of expression across his features, he might have shown surprise in that moment. As it was, his face held fast to a brooding frown, the default which would accompany him through almost all feelings.
The lioness did not wait for him and spun away to continue on. Ears roused again as the heathen's eyes widened slightly. Then urgency kicked in and the large male took a few quick steps to reach Marcella's side. Limbs relaxed a little as he settled in stride beside her, curious red gaze prominently upon her maned head rather than the road ahead.
"What are their names?" He asks, seeking more information about the cubs she searches for. "Are they yours?" Another question to follow the first, the tendrils of his thoughts rising to the air in his ever gruff, gravelled voice. Some might hear and think he is displeased with everything in the world - but it is only his way of speaking and not a true account of his opinion. Possibly it is more a reflection of his upbringing - goon, henchman, soldier... what use is the flow and delicacy of words to such a creature?
"Are there more of you?" A pride? He continues his inquiry, finding more words now than he has in months. All the while his fire fuelled eyes burrowed into Marcella, drinking in her movement, expression and breathing. "I have not long arrived and have not seen another of our kind."

Code by Naboo, Lineart by AFrozenHeart(da), Ref by Kim