Tanga nuzzled her. "I won't let him come near you again...I promise," he said, his voice hard and serious. He fully intended to keep his promise...by any means necessary.
As he lay there on his back, his thoughts turned to the creamy-furred lioness beside him, as he once more pondered the possibility of them becoming mates in the future, and the advice his father had given him on the issue.
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Nala nodded, but her sad expression showed she was not convinced, and was still worrying. "I hope so...Scar's already done so much to all of us. I just...I can't help feeling this sense that something going to happen...that someone isn't going to make it through this, you know?"
She cuddled her head deeper into Simba's mane. She had been experiencing this sense of premotion in the lat month of so, as it had begun to dawn on her that they were going to have to fight Scar for the throne. She just had this nagging feeling that someone they knew and loved was not going to make it...that someone was going to die. And to Nala, she feared it might be Sarafina...she was the one in the most danger at the moment. But her fear was also for everyone else...Simba, Marini, Tanga, Sarabi...even Tanga's family. All of them were going to be in the thick of a battle for the future of the Pridelands, and she knew, in every battle, there had to be casualties.