Kovu was still rather tired, even though the fight that caused his mother to die was long since over. He groaned as the sunlight entered the den, shining through his eyelids. He opened them reluctantly, noticing that the lionesses, including Kiara, were gone: out hunting.
He stretched and wiggled his toes, trying to shake the sleepy nightish feeling away. Yawning, he stepped out into the sun that was rising and looked out at a group of giraffes walking towards the water hole. Several birds twittered around his head gleefully and flew off, chirping madly. He was still adjusting to the greeness, the abundant wildlife and clear water. In the outlands, infested with ticks, termites and every manner of horrible substance, he was always bored in some way or another. His sister, Vitani, had shown little entertainment value.
"Up yet? Simba wants to talk to you. Once he's done, we'll be working on breakfast down by the river if you want to do something other than be boring royalty." Timon said, walking down from the top of Pride Rock. It seemed he was in hot pursuit of a dung beetle, and that Zazu and Pumbaa were fairly far behind. Kovu just nodded.
Pumbaa appeared, contemplating. "You know what? We would make a killing if we made a grub ranch. We'd have every meerkat and warthog from here to the outlands chowing down."
"What do you mean? How do you dom- domesti- domestimesti-, er, keep grubs at a ranch?" Timon asked
"Err...I don't know."
Simba, who seemed to have heard them talking to Kovu, descended from the peak as well, shivered a bit as he entered the shade. It was much cooler on the base of Pride Rock than on the top.
"Well, I guess it'd be a good time to show you around. Let's go." Simba said.
"Okay...so...er, just how big are the Pridelands anyways?" said Kovu.
Simba chuckled. "Big enough. Now, c'mon. We've got a lot to cover."
He stretched and wiggled his toes, trying to shake the sleepy nightish feeling away. Yawning, he stepped out into the sun that was rising and looked out at a group of giraffes walking towards the water hole. Several birds twittered around his head gleefully and flew off, chirping madly. He was still adjusting to the greeness, the abundant wildlife and clear water. In the outlands, infested with ticks, termites and every manner of horrible substance, he was always bored in some way or another. His sister, Vitani, had shown little entertainment value.
"Up yet? Simba wants to talk to you. Once he's done, we'll be working on breakfast down by the river if you want to do something other than be boring royalty." Timon said, walking down from the top of Pride Rock. It seemed he was in hot pursuit of a dung beetle, and that Zazu and Pumbaa were fairly far behind. Kovu just nodded.
Pumbaa appeared, contemplating. "You know what? We would make a killing if we made a grub ranch. We'd have every meerkat and warthog from here to the outlands chowing down."
"What do you mean? How do you dom- domesti- domestimesti-, er, keep grubs at a ranch?" Timon asked
"Err...I don't know."
Simba, who seemed to have heard them talking to Kovu, descended from the peak as well, shivered a bit as he entered the shade. It was much cooler on the base of Pride Rock than on the top.
"Well, I guess it'd be a good time to show you around. Let's go." Simba said.
"Okay...so...er, just how big are the Pridelands anyways?" said Kovu.
Simba chuckled. "Big enough. Now, c'mon. We've got a lot to cover."