hakuna matata

life after scar

Nala p.o.v

   I rolled over. feeling the softness of his fur as I always did waking up to no worries. as long as simba and I ruled pride land everything was safe. sitting up I licked my paw. roar loud as simba opened his eyes fast. starled he sat up looking at me as if I was a stupid hyena trying to Climb a tree after a monkey. of course I laughed at that face. I always did. I got up motioning him to following as we approached the cubs den we heard whispers. rounding the corner the cups were all huddled together amazed at something. Simba laughed as his mane shook. I could then see why as the biggest cub departed the circle approaching me as I kissed his nose. the small little horn bill covered in saliva slime with his blue stress fallen feather surrounding him. as I knew Simba and I should have scolded the cubs im sure he deserved it somhow. if I was his mother. he would be brain dead from all the smacks on his head. but I loved him just as I loved the rest of the family