by Sixshot1988 » November 20th, 2011, 10:22 pm
"Shhhh." She said to sooth the cub, taking him as she moved him to where her son was and she started to nurse them both. "There you go little one' s." She smiled as she let them eat their fill.
Meanwhile Rafiki sat alone in his tree, the search for Simba had been called off. He looked up at the painting he made of a cub. With a heavy heart, The Mandrill smeared the painting, the Young prince was dead.
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