Amira nodded at the statement that there probably was not a pride in this area. She could not remember one being in this area, unless they were newly formed. She liked to keep tabs on the prides she knew of, mainly for social reasons, but she wanted to be a help to her father and brother back home by keeping relations sweet. Not all prides like to talk however, she had experience of that in the far West. They weren't hostile, but they certainty weren't friendly. "I didn't think there was a pride here; not since my last visit" she smiled.
Amira's first idea of Mjuvi was confirmed; that he was a rogue. She was surprised that he had been one his entire life. Amira couldn't picture herself like that. A rogue for life wasn't uncommon though. Perhaps he travelled with just his family, she wondered. Though it did raise the question of where they were now, though he was almost fully grown so she did not expect him to need his parents.
"Yeah" she started, "Though I have only been one for maybe, seven or eight full moons. I'm from the Tambara kingdom, if you've ever heard of it". She wondered if she had said too much, but she did not reveal her position back home. She often did not like to say. Lions would treat her differently when they found out she was a Princess. They'd be more polite, they'd be afraid of what to say and how to say it. Often they failed to understand why she'd leave such a position and a life where you are always watched out for; many assumed she had been forced out.