Cogwheel isn't quite sure why he decided to join the gathering of kings and queens, and for the most kept to the shadows of the surrounding foliage, but now that he's found himself faced with another from a world far different from his own, he finds his words.

"None, yet."

His cloudy gaze analyses the king before him: a kind-seeming individual wearing dark pearls and flowers, with sharp horns jutting out of his fur between his ears. He looks relatively harmless, but Cogwheel himself knows that most, if not all, carry secrets. He shakes his head, giving up on trying to see through this lion, and continues speaking.

"Other lions aren't a common sight within The Wastelands. Those that do appear here and there rarely stay for long. Certainly never long enough to breed, but that might change soon the older this generation gets."

For some reason he's not quite comfortable sharing breeding information with the king he's facing, so he decides to move on. Turning to another lion he asks:

"Has your pride, or territory as a whole, ever faced an undefeatable force? Maybe, something along the lines of the end? Or at least what you thought was the end?"

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