Sarabi walked outside of the den. She looked to the sky and wished softly that her dear Mufasa would answer this time. "My love, please, are you there?" She listened. Nothing. Tears began streaming down her cheeks. Months of waiting and listening... and Sarabi had been met with nothing but silence. Silence that seemed every moment to engulf and suffocate her more and more.
Poor Sarabi is dealing with the loss of her beloved family.

