It was a bright and sunny day in the Pridelands, as it always was. Eveything was normal, but today would be different. Around noon time a small lion cub no more then 4 months of age (near Simba's age as a cub) wondered into the Pridelands. The cub was tanned fured with a small black mane, and two patches of black fur on top of his ears. He appeared alone, weak, tired, along with limbing. The limb however, was only because of his lack of energy.
"I need something to eat..." The cub said in a low weak voice as he heard his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten or drank anything in what seemed like days. Food was going to be hard to come by, but there was hope for water as Malka found a waterhole and immediatly started to drink, no chug ounces of water at a time. Once finished he then proceeded to jump into the water. The ice cold water felt great to the dirty, sweaty, and overheated cub. He continued to soak in the water not giving anything else a thought. Well, anything but food that was. He was starving. As he got out and shook off he sighed to another rumble of his stomach.
"Mommy...." Malka said holding back his tears. "Please be okay.." A hyena had put Malka's life in danger, but his mother saved him. All he can remember is her telling him to run far a way and don't look back while she battled the hyena. He hoped that sometime soon she would have tracked him down and they'd be together again. She was all he had after all. He never new his father nor what happend to him. Malka walked out of the sun under a tree and layed down in the cool shade and shut his eyes.
