→ Davis was settling himself in quite naturally. It rubbed some of the wolves the wrong way, the way he didn't seem to have any qualms moving into the pack and taking up space, and food, and money without giving much back. Sigmund had stipulated he needed to get a GED and a job eventually, but Davis was in no rush. At the moment, he was poking around the vast back yard, exploring the territory and examining everything very closely. He'd been told there was another lion around and while he was anxious to meet him, Davis had never had experience with others of his kind, so he wasn't sure how it would go.

→ Trevor was a laid back sort of boy and he had proved that already with the amount of time he just spent lounging.  The previous afternoon he'd gone to town to get applications for part time jobs just to have something to do even though he didn't need the money. He had plenty of that.  Today though he was just laying in the hammock, swinging back and forth as the sun shone down on him.  There was another lion close by, he could smell Davis, but he didn't move. He'd let the boy come to him.

→ Davis was the playful sort, the one with energy and a desire for constant fun. When he caught sight of what could only be a cat, he broke into a wide grin and approached him at a run. It didn't matter if the hammock might not support the extra weight of a rapidly propelling boy, Davis didn't think about physics. He took one great leap and landed on top of Trevor, spinning them around in the hammock, making them swing wildly.

→ The whole thing caught him off guard and they were tangled quickly in the hammock and then dumped onto the ground. He landed and then was crushed by Davis as he fell but Trevor couldn't help but laugh.  Just the feel of the other boy was a comfort and he slid his arms around him without a second though. "Mmm, you smell like home." He murmured, pressing his face to Davis's shoulder.

→ "You smell like me." Davis volleyed back, not knowing what home smelled like, save for the anxiety he could smell on his dad when they got in a fight. "I'm Davis, you're Trevor. Sigmund told me about you and I was scared, but I don't know why now. You're not scary at all." So excited, he licked Trevor's cheek, tasting him as he would if he was in his lion form. Sometimes he still got his behaviors mixed up.

→ "I know im not scary." Trevor said with a laugh as he turned his head and licked him back. "You have no idea how relieved I am right now to have you here with me." Just because he really had missed the feeling of having another lion around. "Now it won't be quite so lonely." And it helped that Davis was attractive.

→ Davis never felt lonely, maybe because he'd grown accustomed to never having someone like him around. Still, he figured this would be a good thing and Trevor's presence was calming. "Sigmund says you can teach me about being a lion, but I know everything about it, so you don't have to worry." Davis thought he knew a great deal about the world just because he had to make it on his own for so long.

→ "Well then that will just give us more time to hang out and play then and less time about learning stuff." Because truthfully there wasn't all that much to being a lion.  Hunt, eat, sleep.  Repeat.  He stayed sprawled out on the ground, content to be there as long as the sun was still shining on him and he ran his hand up Davis' back just to touch him.  "What do you look like in your lion form?"

→ "I don't know. My paws are really light and they look pretty big." He screwed up his face, but his expression relaxed when Trevor's hand ran over him. "That feels good. You feel good." He rubbed his cheek down on Trevor's chest. "Sigmund says my mane is bushy, and light too. I guess I'm pale both ways."

→ "Your hair is light so I'm sure you're a very light lion.  I'm darker, I've seen a picture.  My mane isn't all the way in yet either, though it's getting there." He kept rubbing Davis' back because now it almost felt like it would be weird if he stopped.  "You feel so much like home."

→ "I don't miss mine at all. What happened that made you come here?" He hadn't been told any details because Sigmund thought it was rude to tell people what they could find out for themselves. "Your mane isn't in yet?" He grinned and laughed a little. "I'd like to see that."

→ "My pride is having a war." He said, though hed idn't really elaborate at all because it was a sensitive subject and he didn't want to talk about it anymore than he had to.

→ "Oh. And you're too young to fight? I'll bet you're not. I'll bet you're fierce when yo want to be." He thought it was a compliment and had no idea it might be taken as an insult about Trevor not sticking around.

→ 'They said that I was too young, but I think it mostly had to do with the fact that my parents just didn't want me involved.  I mean, I could have stayed but it might have caused problems.  What about you? Where is your family?"

→ Davis wrinkled his nose and rolled off of Trevor. "Dad's a human." Spoken with a hint of disdain. "Doesn't get it. Mom's dead." He didn't know the details of her death, even though he asked his father all the time.

→ "How did you turn then?" Sitting up, Trevor brushed himself off a little bit and moved to get closer, not wanting Davis to get very much farther away from him.  Mostly because now he knew that there was a lion here and that he wasn't alone.

→ "My mom was a lion," he said quietly, feeling strange talking about her. Focusing more on the game that felt like it was starting, Davis grinned and scooted away as Trevor scooted closer. He wanted the other to follow.

→ Trevor did, crawling closer to Davis.  He moved a little quicker, wanting to slide over him.  Fast enough to knock Davis down onto his back and he straddled the other boy's hips.  "Where are you going?"

→ "Nowhere, I guess." He stuck his tongue out at Trevor, frustrated that he'd lost the made-up game so quickly. Folding his arms over his chest, he commenced with pouting, turning his head to the side so he didn't have to look at the other.

→ Leaning his head down, he took a deep breath as he pressed his face to Davis' throat.  He inhaled deeply and then licked up along his pulse before sitting back.  "I'm hungry, I'm going to go inside and get something to eat."

→ Davis sighed dramatically. "No, I'm comfortable now." And he wanted Trevor to keep licking him. "You can wait a little bit to eat, can't you?" It felt good to seem so well liked and Davis was afraid that once Trevor got to know him, he wouldn't think so highly of him.

→ "I suppose that I could eat." Though he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay where he was is Davis wouldn't even look at him.  "Do you want to go for a run with me later?  Not tonight maybe, but tomorrow."

→ Davis squirmed underneath Trevor, not in a way that said he wanted to get up, but in a way that was just his boisterousness showing through. "What kind of friends did you have back home?"His eyes were a dark brown, and they looked up at Trevor now, full on and wide. "And of course I'll run with you. Anytime you want. All the time. Whenever."

→ "All the time?" Trevor asked, glad to know that the boy would be willing to run with him. "Wolves run too fast and I just want to lounge and play." he didn't want to run or chase or do any of those things. Not unless he was in the mood. "I like to climb."

→ "I run fast," he boasted. Then he rethought that statement and ammended it. "I mean, I like to rest too. And play." Play most of all and that was evident in every movement he made because it trembled with the expectation of something fun.

→ "Well I run when I want to run but wolves seem to want to run and run and do nothing else.  I want to climb and sleep and lay in the sun and stalk and roll in the grass." he leaned down and pressed his forehead against Davis' collarbone.  "Will you come and sleep in my room tonight? I'm used to sleeping in a pile. The wolves here are too stubborn to sleep with me."

→ Davis was eager to say yes to that. Even though he'd never experienced it, his body responded positively to the suggestion. Sometimes, when he had the opportunity, he collected pillows and piled them up on top of him, burying himself amidst haphazard plushness. "I will. Then maybe you can sleep in my room. My bed is very comfortable. I don't think many of the wolves like me either. Pirate won't talk to me at all, even though I followed him around the house for a whole day."

→ "All right.  And don't bother with Pirate, he's very grumpy all the time." he laughed softly.  "The first week that I was here Pirate challenged me." Though he wasn't really sure if he was challenging him or the other way around.

→ "I'm not used to people not liking me right away." Davis had always been the party kid and he was used to people wanting to be around him. Even if those people meant nothing to him, he enjoyed the sensation of being liked. "Pirate challenged you? He didn't challenge me." Davis pouted.

→ "I suppose he perceives me as a greater threat than you." He said with a bit of a smirk. "Does that upset you? That I am more threatening?"

→ Davis had to think about that and he scrunched up his face, glancing to the side so he could focus on the question. "No, I just wanted the attention." At least he was honest. Davis was hardly the threatening type, but lying on top of someone that was considered threatening to someone like Pirate made his heart speed up a little.

→ "Well there are plenty of people here who will give you attention even if pirate does not." He said to him with a smile as he tucked his hands under his head and looked up at Davis. "If we get anymore lions we can start our own pride here."

→ "Does it take three?" He wondered out loud. Knowing nothing about prides, he figured there must be a sort of standard minimum for those sorts of things. "What happens when the war is over and you have to go back?"

→ "Then I take you with me because I am the king of our pride." It was in his blood to rule and he wouldn't allow anyone else to be in charge. Not if he was there.

→ Davis wrinkled his nose. "You're the king of me?" As if he thought that sounded funny, almost preposterous. Having never grown up with that mentality, he wasn't sure if he bought into it as much as perhaps someone else would.

→ "Yes, I am the king of you." Trevor said, as if it should have just been common knowledge for the boy to realize that he was the head honcho. "If we have a pride here anyway."

→ Sticking his tongue out, Davis shook his head. "No one is the boss of me." Even though he wouldn't mind Trevor bossing him around when he was in the mood for it.

→ Rolling, he put himself on top of Davis and just smirked down at Davis. "Im the king of all the lions in Africa, so why wouldn't I be the king of you too?"

→ He opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of a good reason. With Trevor on top of him like that, he really didn't mind the notion that the other boy might be able to tell him what to do. Still, his independent streak won out. "My mom was from India. She--she probably had her own king."

→ "Well our pride is old, all the way back from when the british colonized Africa and India, so really I bet we are from the same pride, your mom and I. So that makes you mine." As if that really made any sense at all.

→ Davis frowned, bucking his hips up to get Trevor off of him. "Don't be silly. I'm American anyway. And Americans don't have kings." Since the India thing hadn't worked. Davis sounded every bit the proud, spoiled brat.

→ "No but you are a lion and lions do." Trevor kept him pinned, not allowing Davis to uproot him. He was still in a fairly good mood and even Davis didnt' give up eventually he would just because he'd grow tired of the game.

→ He stopped wiggling and looked up at Davis with a sharp little exhale. "You are very persistent. And you are stronger than I am." He wasn't ashamed to admit that, but the fact did frustrated him just a touch.

→ "Yes, I am." Trevor was both of those things but his attention span wasn't a very large one and so it was really only a matter of which one of them was going to cave first.

→ Instead of caving necessarily, Davis merely started to change the subject. "You said you were hungry. I'm hungry too now. Let's go inside." He hoped Trevor agreed, especially since it meant he was getting his own way and they were going inside when Davis wanted to and not Trevor.

→ "I'm not hungry now." Which wasn't entirely true but now his mind was on something other than his stomach. "I will go inside later." Mostly because even if he didn't get Davis to bend to him, he wasn't going to bend to Davis.

→ Davis's face fell and his eyes went wide with injury. "Please?" Usually batting his eyelashes and biting his plush bottom lip got him anything he wanted. He smoothed his hand up Trevor's arm, touching it lightly with his fingertips.

→ "Tell me that I am your king and we'll go." Otherwise he was going to stay outside and maybe go wandering in the trees for a little while. But if Davis gave in then he would give a little and go inside with him for something to eat.

→ "No." He said before he could really think about it. His own refusal made him sad, but he wasn't going to take it back and he dropped his hand, sighing. "I'll just go eat by myself." He didn't want to eat by himself. Now that he'd met Trevor, he wanted to eat with him all the time, but he couldn't bring himself to just submit. He didn't want to dominate, but he didn't want to submit either.

→ Moving off of him, Trevor got up so that he could go back to the hammock. He wandered over and dropped down into it, tucking his hands beneath his head so that he could get comfortable again.

→ Davis frowned, but didn't say anything else, just getting up and going inside.