His head turned, ears perked, as the sultry and honey-laced town of a female voice entered into his ears and softened his heart. Women always did make him relaxed. Though this was no tigress, nor even a leopard (who he would also have indulged) but yet something different, foreign. Shape of feline but slightly different. His eyes narrowed, trying to make her out, before the flash of her tufted tail made him realize just what he was looking at. A lioness.

Now he hadn't encountered them many a time before. Maybe once, when he was young, spritely, and still living in his mother's territory. A group of hunting lionesses would come around and bully their way through the territory, collecting whatever they wished. His mother, while powerful in her own right, was still just one cat. There was no way she would have ever felt confident enough to fight an entire group of full grown lionesses with her cubs still so young.

His heart fluttered nervously and his yellow gleaming and topaz colored eyes scanned the peripheral, praying there weren't more.

Though, to think of it, to die by a bunch of woman does sound kind of nice, no?

It was only after he got out of his head did he remind himself that conversation requires response on his part. Akin nodded his head, tail gently sweeping across the ground in content placidness.

It would appear so, yes. He accent was thick, full of rolling of his tongue and low tones.

Do you know a very ugly looking tiger named 'Dilaver'? He might be up to this... He grumbles, cautiously and carefully taking steps towards her as he spoke, a sway in his hips as though carried along by cupid's hand.