Mufasa padded along the border of the Pride Lands, distracted as he thought of the way that his brother had seemed so...uncaring when he'd confronted him about missing his son's presentation that morning.
"Help!" He heard someone yell from somewhere in the savannah grass. He strained his ears in an effort to find the voice. "Help me..." The voice called out again, quieter this time. Mufasa followed the voice and came upon a frail looking lioness lying in the grass, blood pooling around her flanks and her eyes straining to stay open as she called out again, "Help..." This time, she didn't even have the strength to keep speaking.
"Oh, Great Kings!" Mufasa gasped in alarm. "Miss, are you okay?" He asked tentatively, but didn't get a response, making him fear the worst. He brought himself closer to the lioness, lifting her head up with his paw, only to drop it in surprise, gasping again. Under the lioness's head were two small bundles of fur, both a peachy tawn color. One bundle was deathly still, but the other was moving slightly and, if he strained his ears, Mufasa could hear soft mewls coming from it. Gently pushing the lioness's head back, he grabbed the cub, careful not to hurt the newborn. He turned away from the lioness, warily looking around in case whatever had attacked the poor lioness was still around. Just as he started to relax, the lioness's eyes fluttered open and she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear her.
"Malka..." Surprised, Mufasa nearly dropped the poor cub he was carrying. He whipped around to look at the lioness, but her eyes had closed again, and she didn't say anything else. Sighing at the mystery of it all, Mufasa, once again started to walk away from the lioness, ears titled back in case she said anything else, only to be disappointed when she didn't. If he hurried, he might be able to take the cub to Pride Rock, where Sarabi could feed the cub, and make it back out in time to get Rafiki. If she holds on... Mufasa mused, It's unlikely that she will, but... Shaking his head, the golden King tried to keep his thoughts away from such morbid places, focusing instead on hurrying to Pride Rock.
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