As the last traces of the suns started to disappear, and the western horizon slowly started fading through the various shades of blue and night settled in completely, Sarabi rested, but did not relax completely.
Eventually, her gaze turned skyward, and she looked up at the star, in particular that one, bright she had associated with Mufasa all those months ago, the night after his death. "I hope you can see our son, Mufasa," she whispered to the star. "You would be so proud of him right now...he's becoming more and more like you every day, and he's coping so well despite all the struggle he's gone through. I know he misses you, but he's doing so well, and I'm certain he'll become the king you always wanted him to be."
As Sarabi finished her soft words, she felt the breeze around her pick up, seeming to swirl around her briefly, almost like it was nuzzling her...Sarabi's eyes widened at the thought. Could Mufasa have just sent her a sign from the heavens?
She thought on the topic for some time, before realising she would never get a definitive answer, and stood up, realising it was now dark, the whole sky a deep, midnight blue-black as the countless stars and moon shone brightly, giving a soft light that was enough for her to see by.
Wandering back into the den, she nudged each sleeping adolescent softly to wake them up, knowing that Sarafina could not delay Zira forever. She did not nudge Tanga, however, not wanting to cause him pain. "Come on, wake up...it's time to go."
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Ganya was still frustrated by the time the group reached Pride Rock, where Scar was sitting by the sloping path up to the den, obviously waiting for them. "Well?" the black-maned king asked. "Have they been dealt with?" he addressed Zira primarily, but his gaze wandered over all six of them, watching them all.