"" This thread is for skill points in navigation. His expedition had taken him to the West. So far it seemed every last inch of this land was blanketed in cold and snow. Kimbia was not a fan. The West so far wasn't as bad as the rest. It was cold, sure, but he'd encountered less snow. There was only a smattering on the ground here and so it was here that the tom lingered. The slickness of it underfoot had been hard to get used to, but he'd adapted. Kills had come and gone, and unlike his home turf, there were no lions here to steal his kill. He'd eaten in peace. Skirting a frozen pool of water, Kimbia continued to explore. This particular terra, in his opinion, made perfect hunting grounds. If not for the cold he'd be inclined to call it cheetah territory. So far he'd only met one of his kind and the vast majority of his interactions had been with “wolves” as the dogs here were called. He wasn't entirely sure what he thought of them yet. They were numerous, easily the most common predator here, and they seemed to have taken over the land. While not bound by dog boundaries, Kimbia noted each time he scented or crossed one. He'd only come across small groups and pairs so far, so he believed them all to be that way.

The male had remained in the west where he searched for his family. Other parts of the land seemed colder, and though he was born in a place where the sun blazed, he found that he was rather fond of the snow. Except the part when it soaked his pelt, that he did not like. It was also harder to hunt, for it seemed the prey hid away in holes or in trees. Birds were more scarce as well, but he knew that to be due to their migrations most species often did every year. Green eyes blinked, the place he had come upon was not a place he had explored. Maybe his family would be here? Aqil stepped through grass that had not quite wilted, sometimes his paws coming into contact with frozen ground or a spot of snow here and there. And as he walked, he scented something else. No, another creature. It was not one that he had smelled, at least, not one of the wolves that dominated the continent. Nor was it one of his siblings, but it was of his own kind. A smile tugged at his lips, perhaps this stranger could enlighten him. He'd seek him out, the pale cat soon finding the location of the other. Though it was common for cheetahs to be solitary, bachelors often remained together. He approached the male, noting his pelt was not the traditional golden hue like most of their species, but Aqil liked that. He wasn't the only one now, with a pelt that stood out. "Nabadgalyo korkiina ha ahaato , walaalkiis." He spoke one of his many known languages, though he wasn't sure if the stranger spoke it or not. Somali was one of the major languages spoken where he was from, so he'd assume. Though the other male wasn't related, he bore the same ancient lines all cheetahs did. "Speech"

Arabic - Somali - Bravanese - English Pausing to stare across the valley, Kimbia was debating the merits of a hunt when a voice reached his ears. Head snapping around, the tom was surprised to find a comforting figure. This was not his territory -yet- and so it was for that reason that he didn't take offense to the presence of another male. That, and it was good to see a member of his species. The male was short like the queen he'd met and very pale, with blue markings that almost matched the colors of his own coat. Kimbia was pleasantly surprised to recognize the language he was greeted in. "And upon you, peace," he said with a dip of his head. His curiosity getting the better of him, he asked, "Tell me, are you from around here?" Ah! Where were his manners? "My name is Kimbia and I am new to this place."