Kisirani halted in her tracks as the males words reached her, but she didn't turn to face him though she laid her ears back and listend to his words.

The semi-blind juvenile narrowed her eyes at his words, though she clearly understood his conserns quite clearly; you could afterall never be too carefull.

The young juveniles ears perked as the sound of a voice called out somewhere infront of her, her working eye darted around and fell on a sillouette somewhere down the path from her and the residental lion; it was a young male.

Kisirani narrowed her eyes at this stranger, she was unsure about his pourpos and intentions but she knew that it wasn't in her place to ask. That question was beheld the owners of this kopje and not her, since she was just as lowly as him; a febel trespasser.