Two Rivers Isle Simba, stop trying to be a dancer

Though it had been Burke and Aeronwyn that had accepted him into their kingdom, Shink had growl quickly used to the presence of Malice and her spawn, learning from both how to adjust his naive actions to fit their pleasure. "Shink," he replied with a curt nod at the other, curiosity taking its toll on his attempt to appear stoic. With quiet pawsteps, he made his way closer to the canid, muzzle outstretched to breathe in his unfamiliar aura. "If you're a friend of Malice, then you're gladly welcome upon the Isle," he offered the brute a wave of his tail before reclining back onto his rump, his auds pricked as his gaze studied the Warriors dark pelt with mild interest. "Say, how did you come to know her?" He hadn't had the chance to question Malice about her past yet though, judging by her weathered body, she had probably been through a lot.