Tanga woke up early the next morning. He yawned, but stopped himself from stretching as he felt Nala's warm, comforting presence beside him, the beautiful lioness sleeping soundly beside him. He initially considered just lying there with her for a while, but dismissed the though as he saw Simba nearby, already awake and looking off to the east, seemingly watching the sun as it rose into the vast sky.
Moving slowly, not wanting to disturb Nala, Tanga slid away from his love, before rising to his paws, stretching his stiff joints, and walking over to Simba. He looked around briefly, seeing no sign of Bardu, not thinking of looking in the actual tree itself, before turning back to the copper-maned lion. "Morning Simba," he said briefly, noting that Simba's ears twitched, but he made no other sign to show that he had heard or even seen him.
Following Simba's gaze, Tanga saw that the grassland in front of them faded into a vast, sandy desert in the distance. Beyond that, Tanga though he could see some sort of landmark way out on the horizon, but could not be sure. "Your home is out there, isn't it?" he asked, again getting no response. Simba was aware of the black-maned lion's words, but was too lost in contmplative thought to really respond to them, as he thought about last night's strange turn of events, and how it was going to affect not only his future, but the future of the Pridelands, an everyone he had ever known.
Tanga, realising that he was not going to get a response from Simba anytime soon, simply fell into calm silence beside him, sitting and staring out across the desert as well, falling into silent contemplation. His entire life had turned around in the space of a single evening, and he had gone from a grieving nobody who was ridiculed for his size and demeanour to a respected appreciated lion who had a love, an unofficial 'son', and was possibly about to become king of a pride he knew almost nothing about.