by TheWhistlerify » October 7th, 2014, 7:18 am
Marini picked Mufasa up by the scruff and removed him from Tua's head, much to his disappointment. "Mommy!" he half said / half whined, trying to climb back up so that he could sit in his father's warm mane.
"You can nap in your father's mane later, Mufasa." said his mother with a smile. The pale cub seemed to obviously prefer the idea of staying up there as they walked. "Come on, walk with your brother."