Vitani slowly looked up to find a tan coloured lion with a much darker brown mane and a black tuft at the end of his tail watching her closely from the other side of the waterhole. The lion was significantly shorter than either Simba or Kovu, but his short height was countered by a thickly muscled body and an air of confidence and competence that greatly enhanced his stature.
”And that makes this water yours? Who are you anyway?” Vitani asked coldly, impressed, but not intimidated by the stranger.
”My name is Shani.” He said, and began to walk around the edge of the waterhole to join Vitani without interrupting his speech. ”I’m the ruler here, though my subjects are dead and gone. A few months ago a great change came across this land. Where previously there were herds of prey animals nothing is left. My pride slowly weakened from lack of food, and few of us could even stand by the time I left.”
You left?” Asked Vitani, her mind leaping to Nala’s tail of bringing Simba back to the pridelands. ”You mean you left to find help?”
”No,” Shani replied perfectly calmly. ”I mean I left to save my own life. Loyalty to a pride is a fine ideal, but sometimes a pride can weaken you rather than strengthen you. They can hold you back. Maybe you know something about that too if you’re out here all alone.”
”My business is my own.” Vitani shot back, thoroughly disgusted by the callous way Shani spoke of leaving his entire pride to die. ”And I don’t know where you learned your morality, but I don’t need your permission to take a drink.” With that she dipped her mouth defiantly into the waterhole, fully intending to leave Shani far behind when she was full.
”That was a mistake.” Shani said, growling for the first time, and he leaped at Vitani, claws extended for battle.