Kovu had awoken much earlier than the Pride lions, long before the sun ever arose beyond the vacant horizon. He had done this in order to avoid being seen as he prepared to accomplish his objective. Simba was likely to go to the waterhole that morning, so Kovu prepared his first ambush point there. A few boulders sat on a hill above the one nearest the Pride's home, a perfect spot. If all went well, Kovu could get back to the Outlands and gather his allies before they even knew Simba was dead. Someone would be watching, and soon his mission would be fullfilled. His reign as King would start today. He chuckled with malicious glee at that thought. Soon his sharp, white claws would be stained red with the blood of his foe.
He watched the rock from a small hill near his ambush spot. If anyone did anything he didn't like, he could change his plan before it was too late. Zira had always taught him to use his brain as much as his brawn, and when a decision came, trust the mind over the body. That was Scar's strength, if he had only had the strength to match his genius. He would have still had his only father figure, and that fiend Simba would not be King at the moment. Kovu had been forced into a life of hardship because of him, and would soon do what Scar couldn't, achieve justice for himself, without those stupid minions of his.
The Sun was beginning to rise and Simba would soon be there. It was time for Kovu to accomplish the destiny that had been layed out before him since the days of his cubhood. He would avenge his father today...