Vitani set her front paws on the next highest boulder, anxious to get that breathtaking view of the Pridelands. She looked around one more time, just to make sure no one was watching. This was a side of her she could not let anyone see. Especially Mother. She panted rapidly after her journey up the mountain of various boulders but smiled anxiously at the worthwhile view.
"Wow," she sighed. Sunlight spread through every blade of dewy grass and glistening across the waters. Pride Rock was in view, though it was still pretty far away. It looked majestic and strong as it basked in the sunlight. Life spread through the Pridelands, something the Outlands lacked. The grass was fresh and sparkling and the sky was clear and blue and bright. To think that she had lived there as an infant. How she wished to live there now. Even if she could visit the beautiful landscape, she'd be happy. But then someone would find her and Simba would surely kill her. All because of Mother and Scar. Vitani didn't care that Scar was dead. In fact, it was a relief at first. At first she thought that Scar's death would end Mother's obsession with him owning all the lands, but instead she had a lust for revenge. She had some sort of "magnificent" plan to make sure Kovu would follow Scar's footprints and take over as king, just as Scar had ruled. All the while she pretended to care and support her mother and Kovu in their plot of revenge and power. She just wanted to live in the Pridelands again and play through the fields. Though it was fun to tease Nuka about his jealousy and anger towards Kovu. What a Mama's boy he was. And although Vitani could see why he was upset, being he was the oldest, she did not like Nuka, just as she did not like Mother. Nuka was a follower of Scar, and Vitani always knew that what Scar did was wrong. How could he betray his brother like that? She could never betray Kovu, even when Mother had taught him to hate. At one point Vitani believed she was against Kovu, too, but she realized that he cannot help how he was being raised. Beside, Kovu was close to her age, and she loved to play with him. That is, when Mother wasn't training him.
A gust of wind blew gently across Vitani's face as she closed her eyes in satisfaction. It tickled her chin as it rolled up around her cheeks. Quickly she opened her eyes. Just then it seemed as though the wind had whispered to her in her ears. She wasn't sure what, but it sounded as though someone murmured to her. It seemed to echo through her mind. "What?" she whispered back in a addled, skeptical voice. For some reason she looked to the sky. A vague wisp of cirrus clouds seemed to form a familiar face that should not capture. She wrinkled her nose and glared. "Mufassa?"