As they reached the other side of the river, Tanga clambered off of Sarabi's back and gently shook himself off...having minimal effect since even the lightest of shakes hurt him. But beneath his drenched, dripping fur, one effect of the swim was immediately clear. While his wounds were still sealed, most of the excess blood had been washed away, leaving his fur at its normal colours once more. Now the only presence of blood was directly around the wounds, which were now more obvious with the absence of the dried blood.
He waited with Sarabi for everyone else to reach the shore, before the adolescents settled back into their now-normal pairs as Sarabi lead them along the river bank towards the east, skirting the very edges of the Pridelands to lower the risk of being caught.
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Scar smiled as Zira returned with about a dozen followers at her heels. He then turned back to Sarafina. "Will that be enough to get rid of them now?" he asked impatiently...he just wanted this threat dealt with...and now. He had to sit here and guide these fools when he could be soundly sleeping.