It had been a few week's later after the large fight with the Pridelander's, and yet he still felt winded. "Damn Simba..." He growled to himself, looking out the den he lived in with his mate Zira and son Cruarch. Ah, Cruarch... The only one of his cub's that was still loyal to him. Ohwell; He never liked cub's anyways. they were always loud and messy, and they never left you alone for even a minute!
"Scar?"
Scar's thought's were interupted by Zira, his loyal mate. He sighed, and asked in his usual harsh voice, "What do you want now?" Zira rolled her eye's and entered the cave, standing beside him. "Your son has informed me to tell you that he has found something of your liking..." Zira stated clearly. This piqued his interest, and look into the red eye's of Zira. "Go on..." Zira batted him with a smile. "Your so lazy!" She laughed but continued. "He said he would come by later, he just need's to figure it out." She nodded, and with a nuzzle and a goodbye lick, Zira took off again. Scar nodded and waited for his son to return. Later isn't soon enough.
Meanwhile...
Cruarch was hanging around the territory like alway's, watching the sun set and the cloud's pass by. He didn't know why he alway's came here; it was just as barren as the rest of the land. But somehow he liked having the view of the border right their, to alway's be on guard when somebody tried sneeking in... Speaking of which.
Cruarch saw a small cub aproach the border, waiting to see if she had the gut's to cross. The cub stopped at the border, preparing for a chance and a life time act. She giggled, full of excitement and joy, and crossed like she owned the place. "Wow, cool!" She exclaimed while doing so. Cruarch watched carefully as the cub practically danced into his father's territory; he growled when she ran past him, completely ignoring him.
The small cub was full of giggles and happiness when Cruarch chased after her, swiping her up in his mouth. Growling, he cautiously set her down, pinning her down by the tail with a large paw.
"Where do you think you're going, Pridelander?"
Smiling, she rolled onto her back thinking it was a game. Cubs. "Nowhere." She giggled. Cruarch rolled his eye's, and responded to the overly excited cub. "I'd recommend going back to the Prideland's before you get ki- Hold on. Come with me." He mumbled, a plan stirring in his mind. The cub grinned. "Where are we going?" she asked the larger lion, trying to paw at his nose.
Cruarch frowned, "Stop that. We are going to see Scar." His said with a mouth full of fur. "Say, would you like to stay here? We have everything." He kept walking, and ended up at the front of the entrance to the main cave. "I would like too, but i'm afraid my Mommy doesn't like it when I stay out late..." The little cub said innocently.
Scar was getting pretty impatient waiting, so he decided to wait on the inside of the cave. He waited for a few minute's of impatient torture, when he finally heard the sound of his son's voice just outside. He grinned and stood back up, facing his son. He smiled at his son; but frowned when he saw the cub that hung from his mouth. "Cruarch...?"
Gasping, the little cub squirmed her way out of Cruarch's mouth before he could answer his father. She stared up at interest at him, not wasting even a second to blink.
"You are even more cool then I remember!"
