Kion wanders through the Outlands, the hot sun scorching him. He growls, still angry at the lions of the Pridelands for kicking him out last night. He kicks the dust, and his paw hits a rock.
He gasps in pain, and flops down onto the ground, groaning. His fall kicks up dust around where he lays.
He tries to keep his body awake, but the pain and dehydration overcome him and closes his eyes, then sleeps. His head falls upon his breast as he lays there, almost still save for the rise and fall of his chest.
Above him, the sun continues higher into the sky as morning because noon.
The buzzards come out and start to circle him. They start to land and peck at him.
Kion looks up through half-lidded eyes as he wakes.
As he watches the buzzards close in, he realizes he has no strength left to fight them.
He prepares himself for the end, angry at himself for not killing Azaad and Busu when he had the chance.
Suddenly, the buzzards leave, squawking and flapping as they race to the sky, each trying to beat the others.
Kion starts to lift his head up, but can't. He's suffering from heat exhaustion too much.
Shadows fall over his face.
"Get him up," barks a female voice. "And get him to the den."
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