“Then I must know something.”
A sharp-clawed finger would point the way of his orange counterpart.
“Do you still possess a heart? One that burns bright with fiery pride? Justice? That of a King of Beasts?”
"No," he shakes his head again. "I was just wandering about... I've been a little aimless and searching for whatever city I can find. I'm sorry if I've caused any sort of trouble..."
"That's right. I watch over this area and ensure those with foul intentions don't run amok."
He'd rub his chin, though his squint intense, he was even more curious about the other lion.
"What is it you seek in this region? To improve your skills in these frigid conditions?"
There was a short gulp from Leomon... "I'm going to take that as a no, then..."
He shakes his head. "Well... what do you want with me? Am I... in your territory?"
"Lions of our stature don't tend to travel in packs."
The white-furred feline rose a brow once close enough to his counterpart, getting a good look at them.
"Your fur proves you don't reside here."
"..." This one didn't look familiar to Leomon despite their similar appearances, but it was obvious the digimon was still on high alert.
"Um... I guess you could say that. Do I... know you?"
White fur, with an equally tipped tail swaying, become less adaptive the closing they did with giant footed steps.
It was a white lion, akin to the orange, yet there was a glare in his eyes.
"And here I thought I wouldn't find anyone else here with a sense of justice."