Vitani, meanwhile had gone neither in the Western direction out to the desert, or to their home but instead had decided to make a giant loop and head back to the gorge; she was hoping once she got back there she would be able to climb down and mourn her once best friend. He'd been more important to her more than anything; it was partially his death that made her such a violent lioness, let alone to know her own mother murdered him, her one source of joy...
Zira charged Westward, her vision blinded by anger; she would teach her daughter once and for all who was incharge...