Scar licked his chops. "Now?"
"Now."
They crept from their cave, around Pride Rock, and into the den. Zira stepped over sleeping lionesses and made it to the rock in the center. The cub lay snug between Sarabi's forepaws. This would be tricky. She glanced back at her mate, who was mouthing, "Hurry up!"
She took a shaky breath and snatched the cub. Tiptoeing over the lionesses again, she put the small cub gently on the rock.
"Let's go."
Scar picked up the cub and they raced across the Pridelands, to a shadowy spot light never touched.