Rahoole

Rahoole had joined the pride after spotting Fimane trying to woo a group of lionesses, but got swatted instead. She pitied him a bit and came up to see if he was really as unimpressive as the group had made out or if he was a treasure to keep. When He noticed her, he quickly cleaned his mane and began trying to woo her too. She was unimpressed at first-his roar needing work- and was willing to see if he'd make up for it, but then he suddenly deflated.

"I'm not at my best right now." He had said. "You can go if you want to." Now she was curious, what caused him to give up on trying to woo a mate?

"Something distracting you or am I that good looking?" She had replied. She wasn't expecting his answer.

"I found a lost cub, but my only lioness refuses to look after her. " He half-halfheartedly chuckled afterwards. "I'm so sick with worry I think my mane just might fall off.."

Rahoole was sold, if there's one thing she loves more than exploring, it's little cubs! Her eyes lit up like the stars in the night and she immediately agreed to join the pride. She didn't even care that the kid was an absolute grump. She'd make sure that grumpiness could turn into a fantastic hunter who knew when to go after prey and when to chastise a youngling for a stupid move.