"Yes, you will be a great Uncle Dofo." Sarabi smiled, her eyes halfway closed with exhaustion. Making her way to Priderock took out a lot of her energy. "So, when is the ceremony?"
Riu tilted her head, never really experiencing a ceremony. "Pardon, Sarabi?"
The lioness glanced over at Riu, almost forgetting that no one told Mala nor Riu what happens when the next heir is born. "Every time the king and queen have cubs, Rafiki calls practically all the animals of Africa to Priderock. Yes, it is odd, but once the cub is risen into the air, all of the animals bow and jump with joy. It's been going on for generations."