Nala shook her muzzle and she nuzzled Simba's red fluffy mane, "Well, These things happen. But we will keep a lookout and warn the other lionesses." she spoke softly watching Sarafina and her cubs. Nala's blue eyes looked at Simba, "My motherly instincts kicked in and I kicked butt." she said smirking slightly. Nala put her fore paws on Simba's chest and pushed him to the ground, "Cause nobody messes with me!" she growled playfully smiling down.
Sarafina nodded to Chaka, "Yes, it the story of how Scar tried to take over the Pride." she said softly. Her green eyes fell upon Kopa and she pulled the cub to her side, "A long time ago before you cubs were even born, uncle Scar lived at Pride rock with all of us..." Sarafina began in her spooky story teller voice, the old lioness raised her paws flashing her claws to the cubs as she emphasized each part of the great story.
Mostro stalked a warthog a few paces ahead of him, he caught up with the fat beast. Before the pig knew what happened, he lunged at it, his claws cut deep into the pig's dry rough skin and it squealed in pain. His mustard eyes darted around frantically as his fangs sunk into the pigs throat silencing it. He quickly dragged the pig back towards the out lands and he dropped it infront of Zira and Kovu. "I'll take you hunting soon Kovu." he added hearing the cub as he padded away earlier. He motioned for the lionesses to eat and then he would eat himself.
Diamante' watched him drop the warthog in front of Zira and her greenish eyes looked down at the young kovu, she noted that he didnt resemble Mostro. Diamante's paw lifted to her cheek as she touched her fleshy wound and winced slightly from the pain, still laying in the dry dirt.