A Royal Turned Pheasant.

It was a while since anybody had last seen the young Mheetu, and now he was a young teenager. His mane was staring to grow in, his family had not seen him for years. He slinked across the rocks, trying to get by. He looks down and sees nothing. He was unsure of what to think, should he keep watching or move on. He decided to keep watching, keeping an eye out for any males. That's when he noticed Giza. The little cub was an unexpected sight, but somehow he felt she had gone here. He moved his ears this way and that, picking up sounds. He continued to slink, but this time he had observational intentions. Unfortunately, his legs started to slip, sending rocks flying down to the ground. He moved quicker, hoping nobody noticed. He noticed she was with a male cub, and if he survived this, he might be able to know his name.

OOC: Mheetu is dead in this RPG. The injuries he sustained would have killed him, so there is no realistic chance of survival.