Two Rivers Isle Simba, stop trying to be a dancer

As he was fairly new to the wilds, the boy knew very little about the past goings on of the wolves around him. His queen had always been a mystery to him, so was her grayscale partner yet he knew it was not his right to pry into their lives. "Sounds a little similar to my former pack," he mused with a slight dip of his cranium, guilt burning in his throat from his previous enquiery. "They were a strong force until the famine brought disease down upon us. I left to wind up here before conditions got too bad." From the brutes demeanour, the yearling guessed he preferred not to talk about his previous band so the boy rose to his paws, tassel waving invitingly as he offered to walk with the other around the territory.