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((Open to only to family at first and everyone once Boipelo starts wandering toward Zahina lands.))

Boipelo snarled, pawing restlessly at the ground. Too young to hunt, too young to do this, too young to do that. He was tired of being 'too young' to do anything for himself. He could see, he could hear and manage on his own. His (divine) siblings got to do things, so why couldn't he?

Why couldn't he? The young cub paused, considering the situation. He was outside and alone for the moment. He could slip away unnoticed and he could return triumphant with a story to make his parents proud. Something he had done for himself without the aid of powers. Surely that would get their attention?

The black and snake patterned cub slunk away from the cave, disappearing into the scrub and beginning his journey. What he would find beyond it, only Da'Lin knew.

Eventually Boipelo did make it to the clearing his brother was hiding in, it was nearing twilight and he had no real interest in trying to travel alone in the dark. The cub found some tall scrub grass to settle in for the night and buried himself deeply in it, hoping to keep himself out of sight of anything that might pass by. This included any family who might try and come to take him back home.

It was quiet for a time until the normal sounds of night began. The sounds of bugs, the wind and other such natural things. It was the sound of something stirring in the shadows however that caught Boipelo's attention. He stared intently into the darkness, hoping to find the shape of whatever made the noise. Was it an animal or something else?

Boipelo's gaze followed his brother, a small growl rumbling low in his throat. "I got tired of being stuck inside." His tail lashed back and forth irritably. "I'll go home when I'm ready to, which isn't now." The snake colored cub huffed, paws digging deeper into the scrub grass that served as his temporary bed as he sat up. He continued to watch his brother, though not bothering to turn as the other cub passed behind him again, simply listening for pawsteps instead.

"You could always come with me..." The idea of sharing this journey with his brother wasn't entirely unpleasant, but he would continue on alone if his brother chose not to join him. Thus far though, the details of said journey had not been hammered out but Boipelo had a few ideas, most involved making their way to Zahina lands.

"I'm sure we can find something fun to do." The snake patterned cub wrapped his tail around his feet neatly.

Mother... It was a reasonable possibility if she happened to come looking for them, that or she might send their father instead and Boipelo couldn't decide which option he would prefer at this point. His brother's answer caused his attention to snap back to the here and now. "Yes, lets go..."

The snake colored cub got up and shook the little bits of grass from his coat before taking off toward the path he had intended to take when the morning came. From the feel under paw this path was not very well traveled, very little of the scrub grass and small plants that grew in this area of the mountain had been worn away by the passage of hoof or paw.

After a short while Boipelo paused, looking back to see if his brother had kept up.

"Exactly, almost no one would think to look here for us." It was an answer to both questions. "I just want to take a look around. We can decide from there where to go and what to do." Boipelo sped up his pace down the trail, mindful to listen for anything unusual along the way.

The journey was mostly uneventful until they got much closer to the Zahina border. Sounds of life could be heard now though most seemed off in the distance. The sound of birds and other creatures reached the cubs' ears.

"We made it!" The snake colored cub was ecstatic, though he managed to keep his voice low lest anything that understood was in earshot. "We actually made it!"

Silence was the key. Stalking....Slowly. Silently.

Zalla smiled to herself, a paw carefully placed between twigs dead and dried on the ground, her shoulders just barely peeking out of the long grass. Her eyes locked on her prey. Finally she was close enough. Finally, it was time to spring the trap, finally time to announce herself to her victim.

"HE-YAH!!!" She cried, pouncing...and sending the butterfly flittering away as if laughing at her horribly miss-aimed pounce, which landed her on the opposite side of the log the butterfly had been resting on....and upside down, her back legs an tail in the air, at that. She giggled, rolling over to get her feet under her. Raising her head above the log, barely, she laid her ears back and smirked. "Aahh....I see you've returned to mock me. A foolish undertaking, my flight privileged friend." She purred, hunkering down behind the log even more, as if she really believed she had to hide from the butterfly.

She pounced again, leaping the log easily and took off after the critter, chasing it through the grass happily. "Get back here! I'm a mighty hunter and I need to take you down. Stop being such hard prey!" She yelled, though her laughter made it obvious she had no intention of ever catching the butterfly in the first place. Her eyes focused on the erratically flying insect, she never saw how close she was getting to the border of her homelands and the off limits land she was not allowed to play in.

Boipelo followed after his brother, his eyes widening as he looked around. "Wow..your right." It really was so much more alive than back home. The cub kept walking as he looked around and managed to stop just shy of tumbling over where Zesiro lay crouched in the grass. "I don't actually know how close Zahinas come to the border."

The snake colored cub's ears perked at the noise and he instinctively ducked into the grass behind Zesiro to keep out of sight. His eyes widened when his brother bolted out from in front of him and he stuck out a paw hoping to catch him before he got too far off. Unfortunately he missed.

"Darnit Zesiro.." He sighed and crawled out of the grass after the other cub.

Zesiro darted from shadow to shadow trying to get closer to the source of the sound. Beyond his own pride he had never seen any other lions, and, well, his own pride did not interest him much. And he had heard so very many stories about Zahina lions. For once, his curiosity overwhelmed his anger - which at this point was mostly directed towards the lion that had interupted him and made his plans pointless anyway.
Moving carefully forward he watched Zalla from the shadows, red eyes glowing softly. Hid blue coat was almost ivisible as the Zahina started talking to the butterfly on the log. Zesiro couldn't help but snort quietly. He had never seen a lion behaving so foolishly out of infanthood. If this was what Zahinas were like, then there might not be a problem after all... He would bet that he could chase this lion off and send it running back to it's mother easilly.... And then of course the mother was probably just as weak!