Mkali
Female | 9 Years | Citizen
Location: Camp
Mentions: Juniors, Krishna, Red Eye

Mkali shook her head as the juniors preemptively pounced Krishna. Their form was terrible, their attempts uncoordinated. It was like watching a cub trying to eat a hedgehog. But they each held a glint of promise. Adsora targeted the paws of her prey, a good plan, if not greatly executed. Oshin was next, jumping onto the primal's back from a high ledge. A good idea, but he hadn't considered his small size. Both were quickly detached by Krishna who bounded into the grass. He had the right idea, he knew what he was doing. The juniors were barely up to his knees and lacked his strength. While he could power through the long grass, they would be slowed by it. They didn't seem to care though. The adolescents ran after Krishna, like a cheetah hunting a gazelle. They lacked the form and unity that made lions lions.

With her years of training, Mkali was able to keep up with the group with a simple jog. She watched the whole and made her turns based on where they'd go so she rarely had to play catch up. If this had been prey, she would've been able to keep this up for hours more. This wasn't true for Nyul apparently. The adolescent pushed herself forward until close enough to pounce, landing on the primal's back. She bit in and kicked trying to stay on top. She was so focused on her attack she didn't notice the branch Krishna sent her way. As she fell to the ground, another lion sprung up. Not a junior, but an adult. Red Eye, if Mkali wasn't mistaken. The poor boy had nearly been trampled by Krishna but that was corrected as a herd of juniors were sent bumping into him. "Sorry, Red!" She called. "They're training!" She'd usually slow down, but she was certain the male would be ok. He was still in his prime, and a primal to boot. It'd take more than a few bumps to bring him down. This was proven as he joined in the chase. She laughed and picked up the pace to catch the action around the 'prey'.

Oshin finally caught on and called out that they should team up. It was much too late into the hunt for this. They should have been working together from the start. Soon they'd tire out, their lungs burning for oxygen, their muscles exhausted. They really were cubs. "You're all doing terribly," she said bluntly. It was true. They were awful hunters. Despite Oshin's request for team work, he sped forward to grab a paw. He hadn't noticed how far away the others were. Had Krishna been prey, a well-placed hoof would have sent Oshin to the elder's den or the grave. Mkali tried not to wince at the thought. Suddenly, Fajin leapt, seemingly appearing from nowhere. She didn't attempt to jump on him or maim him, instead using her significant weight to unbalance Krishna. So far it was the only attack Mkali had seen that was decent. A failed buck from Krishna meant her attack hit. He wobbled and landed awkwardly, but managed to kick off Oshin and scruff Fajin. Nyul appeared, leaping on top of Krishna and digging in. This would be the messiest 'kill' Mkali had ever seen. Krishna fell to his side, causing the girls to scramble away to avoid being crushed. Though he was down, he was still entirely able to hurt them. Bringing prey down was half the battle if it was uninjured.

Mkali approached the group and let out a growl before pulling the adolescents off. "You did terribly. All of you. The only grace I saw was Fajin. And you, Oshin, if Krishna was prey you'd be dead. Do you know what a zebra's kick does to a lion's skull? It flattens it. And Nyul! His leg weighs more than you, do you really think jumping on his back will do anything? If you want to use your mass, unbalance him. Don't just add to his weight." She shook her head. "I want you all to try again and take this seriously. Krishna will get up and hide somewhere. You'll all try to bring him down as a group. Follow my directions. Stop playing hero. You are a pride, not some lone leopard." She gave a nod to Krishna. "He's got thirty seconds to hide. I hope despite your inability to take in training that you at least know how to count," she scorned.

Subira
Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (D), Mnyama (D) 

The red lioness let out a sigh, her breath coming out in a mix of amusement and annoyance. Her dark red tail flicked as she watched the younger lionesses. "I am not going to tell the king. I have no reason to." She didn't bother asking about what Mnyama meant by 'savior', though her interest had certainly piqued from it. Nonetheless, Subira had little desire to make any enemies within the pride, so she remained quiet. The red lioness would rather wait for another opportunity to speak than do so on her own.

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Krishna
Male | Citizen | 10 years | Location: Camp Outskirts/Outside Camp| Mentions: Juniors (D), Mkali (D)

Krishna heaved himself to his paws, shaking his pelt roughly to fling Oshin off of him. "You'd do well to listen to your teacher, young one," he growled as he spoke. Despite knowing well they were trying their hardest, it was not enough. He'd gone easy on them after all. He gave Mkali a brisk nod of approval as she spoke with her next training idea. It was a good start for the juniors to know how to hunt as one. The primal flicked his ear and took off further into the tall grass, his paws slapping the ground heavily with rhythmic timing. He spotted a good hiding spot with a thick bushel of large shrub trees. He crossed the river with sure steps, the water reaching his belly. When he was out, he headed to the cluster with cold green eyes, knowing the river would put a halt in his trail. Despite the lion's bulky size, he slipped inside the cluster smoothly, leaving not a shred of evidence behind him.

Subira
Female | Citizen | 4 years 9 months | Location: Camp | Mentions: Kifo (D), Mnyama (D)

Subira looked at the two lionesses closely, disbelief and surprise clouding her usually clear blue eyes. She was rarely asked to join anyone, and that usually happened because of her father's orders. The red lioness had a small inkling that her father had been trying to get her close to one of the royal guards at the time, though it didn't work out in his favor. Subira thought she and the royal guard were on good terms, as good as possible at least. She blinks at Mnyama when she mentioned fun, her memories fading with the warm breeze that ruffled her dark fur. "Fun?" Subira echoed the word, recalling seeing the juniors play before. She'd never had fun, save once or twice. She glanced around the camp to see if her father was still around. When she noticed him- and the juniors- gone, she turned back to the two younger females. "I wouldn't mind coming along. I could do with the exercise," she replied politely.

Fajin |•| Female |•| Junior |•| 1 year, 10 months |•| Camp Outskirts/Out of Camp
Mentions: Juniors, Mkali, Krishna

Body colliding with the Large primal, she was relieved as he started to a stumble slightly, hoping one of the other 2 that had fallen behind would take the chance. Luckily, young Nyul had, giving the last ditch effort to knock him over. The hulk of the male started to fall, however in the direction of Fajin and Nyul. Releasing her desperate grasp on him, she managed to jump back from where he fell. He'd nearly landed on her tail. Pulling it near her, a bit conscious of it now, Fajin backed off from the Primal now splayed in the dirt. Mkali's frustration with the group drawing her full attention now.

Her ears drooped at the sharp tone, the familiar Raw Sienna of Mkali's eyes cut right through the exhausted group of juniors. Even what was probably praise on Fajin sounded like a backhanded compliment. Her gaze lowered, not willing to look her square in the face. She did notice Adsora finally rejoining the group, not sure where all she'd gotten off to during the hunt. Once Mkali had stated the next exorcise, she finally lifted her eyes to meet the others in the group, seeing how each reacted to the scolding. Not well she thought, the frustration and disappointment plastered to each of their maws.

Krishna it seemed had slunk off, leaving the juniors to count and strategize. Or at least as much as a group of over sized cubs COULD strategize. A heavy huff escaped her chest, her heart finally settled back down. Rolling her shoulders a bit, loosing back up, she reluctantly turned her attention to Oshin. "If it involves you grabbing his leg like that again, you can forget it Oshin." She growled softly, a bit frustrated with the extended lesson, not really meaning to take it out on the poor hybrid. He seemed rather bruised and batter from getting kicked about by Krishna.

Mkali
Female | 9 Years | Citizen
Location: Camp
Mentions: Juniors, Krishna

Mkali watched as Krishna once again disappeared into the brush. The top of his head bobbed above the grass for a moment and then he was gone. She knew the area well. He was likely heading for the river. It was smart, the water would wash off his tracks if only for a short while. It'd be a challenge for the juniors. His heavy pawprints and distinct smell would be easy enough to follow. It'd give her students a lesson in tracking, something they severely needed. They had to learn that lions, despite their substantial strength, were stealth predators. They couldn't run down a zebra any more than they could run to the sun. They had to cheat. Sneaking up and getting within a few bounds of their prey was the only way to ensure a good chance at dinner.

Her ears perked at Oshin's suggestion for them to gather round. He seemed to desperately want to be leader of the group, despite being poorly equipped for the role. He was the smallest, youngest, and least experienced of the juniors. Yet, Mkali was still interested in his plan. At the very least she could suggest alternates while still letting them come up with the plan itself. She knew creativity at this age should be nurtured and balanced with the hard facts of life. If every lion did things the same way, they wouldn't develop new hunting techniques. But if they spent their time planning new ways to hunt without considering what has worked, the whole pride would starve. It was a careful scale that had been perfected by generations of teachers.