Sinelmä | Outsider | Location: Camp | Mention(s): Rosie, Felix

Sinelmä had slunk into camp in the early hours of the morning, sleepily occupying the gnarled roots of an old acacia tree. Though offered a den of his own on multiple occasions, the male had politely declined, instead residing under the same old tree every time he visited. Despite being far from comfortable, he held a small fondness for the spot, though he would not mourn for it should it ever disappear.

As the sun arose from it's slumber, so did Sinelmä, groggily heaving himself onto his feet. Though most of him ached from his wearisome trek, he didn't allow himself a moment to pity his condition, instead taking it as a lesson to rest more during his travels. Ambling about the camp, Sinelmä could see movement beginning to stir inside the dens, and hear the quiet rustle of pridemembers starting to go about their day. Outside of one burrow sat a pinkish lioness, whom was instantly recognisable due to her unrivalled optimism and cheerful nature. Despite not living in the camp year-round, Sinelmä wasn't particularly forgetful, and could remember most of the pride by name once introduced. Though he'd never hung around Rosie all that much, there was little a time where he wasn't bombarded by words of her good deeds.

"Good morning, Rosie." Sinelmä called out quietly, slowly sauntering over to sit a small distance away. As much as he didn't want to appear cold or unwelcoming, he'd never get too close to anyone from Felix' pride, whether it be physically or emotionally. The male followed her line of sight, gaze landing on the troubled king. "I suppose Leonidas is still giving him grief?" Sinelmä suggested, not surprised if that was the case. They'd been bickering back and forth over the ownership of the throne for as long as he could remember, something which Sinelmä didn't want to get involved with.

Sinelmä | Outsider | Location: Camp | Mention(s): Rosie, Felix, Leonidas

Sinelmä pretended to be unaware of the way Rosie inched closer, obliging her this once, knowing all too well that making a fuss would only draw her determinedly closer. The male watched the king, contemplative. "Perhaps he should be more forgiving of his son," Sinelmä hummed thoughtfully, "I couldn't imagine being in the position he's in right now." Shifting from one leg to the other, he relieved the strain in his paws, which were tightly wound as a result of his travels. Truthfully, he'd detest being heir to a pride; it meant no freedom, constant worry, and having to follow a lot of rules. Sinelmä never wanted to be tied down to anything, lest an entire pride. "I think giving him a bit of time to clear his head is all he needs, or at least, it'll snub out his rebellious tendencies if Felix can loosen his grip a bit." Sinelmä answered honestly. He was pretty much the same way - if he was told not to do something, there was a high likelihood that he would.