You're is a white lion and a prince/princess of the Snowlands, a kingdom not so far from the Outlands and the Pridelands, today was your first hunt, your father had marked the plains for you to know where to go and where to venture off to, suddenly you heard a twig snap, the sounds of footsteps in the snow came blow in by the breeze

He mumbled under breath "Damn it... Why is snow so hard to hunt in..."

The reddish brown and black furred male lion continues walking, his eyes green eyes scanning the surroundings, lucky for you, you're a white lion so blending in with the snow was easy...but when it comes to rookie's on your first hunt... You accidentally trip and rolled down a small hill after losing your balance, Kovu's ears perk up slightly as he turns around to the noises, he predictoringly growled lowly as he slowly makes his way towards them, he was just about to pounce onto them when he saw that it was just another lion, he's eyes traveling down your body before he growled defensively

"who are you, what are you doing here, are you Following me?"

He asked sternly, as he steps closer, he was taller then you and his gaze on you as he demanded answers