Nala shuffled nervously under her mother's shocked gaze. she knew she would have to explain herself, and explain well, but now she was worried that her explanation was not going to cut it.
But she had commited to this pathway now, and so she spoke up. "On the day Mufasa died, Scar was supposed to take of Simba while Mufasa went off one of his usual patrols. But Simba told me last night that Scar had taken him to the gorge, and told him that Mufasa had a surprise for him...even thought I remember Mufasa had no such surprise in store...he was supposed to be too busy that day to do anything with Simba. He had lead Simba straight to that stampede, and intended on killing them both in it."
"But Simba survived, and Tanga and Marini got to him before Scar could do anything about it...that's why he exiled them...to get them out of the way so it would be easier to get Simba...and possibly me, as well." Nala spoke those last words with a hint of fear...fear of what Scar might try to do to her if he decided she was getting in the way.
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Tanga smiled as Marini posed her question. "As much as I want to just lie here like this...I'm starting to get a little hungry and thirsty. We're going to have to head to the river to drink, and unless you know how to hunt, we're going to have to figure out a way to get some food."
The last sentence wiped away Tanga's good mood with startling efficiency. They were still so young, and therefore not up to the task of hunting the usual prey lions fed on, such as antelope and wildebeest. Tanga wondered how they were going to find food while in their exile, the very thought of it causing horror to start seeping into his stomach.