The trees were thick in this part, but they got thinner as the boy made his way towards the sandy shore of the lake. Ears perked as he made his way. It wasn't very long before he was at the edge of the trees; scanning the horizon. It was then while he scanning the horizon that he spotted another like him, another maned wolf. From this distance he looked to be the same age. He was here for one purpose; to kill the heir of Faraway. To claim the throne from him. His entire life he's done nothing but train. Train for this day. Train to hunt down and kill the heir. He didn't know if this maned beauty was him or if he was just of the Kalak variety but not of the clan. Kijika stood where he was at the edge of the trees; not sure whether to move or not. Deciding quickly; he dropped into a crouch. Slowly making his way towards the Kalak who was basking on the shore. Ears folded against his head and tail off the ground but not above him, watching where he set each paw carefully. Hoping to not alert the other kalak boy; not knowing how he would react or if he would even get a reaction from the brute. Cranium low to the ground as much as the rest of his bodice

Once Kijika felt he was close enough; he let himself settle close to the brute, looking him over now that he was closer to him. Breathing a bit heavy; the other boys eyes were closed so he couldn't see his eyes. But he could see the rest of him. He seemed well built; his pelt shining in the sun. Nothing like Kijikas, he was dirty and hadn't bathed in his travels here. He had come straight here, not knowing that this would be the place he would find him.

Now that he was here; he wasn't exactly sure what to do. Training had been rough, but it hadn't taught him what to do once here. He knew he had to kill him, but how do you just go about killing someone that you've never met? All for a throne? Part of it didn't make sense to him. And if he didn't kill him, couldn't he just say he had? No. Because they wanted proof. Kij went through hell for this moment, trekking through unknown and unheard of lands, coming to this unknown land. He went through hell in training, getting her several times, even majorly when his mentor hadn't stopped and had all but taken his leg off. He thought he'd lose it, but instead he was just bed ridden for weeks. Offsetting his training by a landslide. It no longer hurt though and he had a choice to make. Would it be the right one though? Hunkered down near this kalak who he wasn't even sure if that's who he was looking for, but he would more than likely find out soon enough.