Kovu was growing tired of lurking around in the Outlands, his mind always back to where he had first met the lioness he was beginning to think he’d never see again. There was never anything good to do out here, nothing that would put the dullness of this boring land on hold, nothing to keep his interest. There was only do what his mother told him, and try to focus his mind on what his future goal would be; Snuffing the life out of the false-King, Simba. Though, a sound ahead had his gaze traveling up from the rust-colored dirt, and he heard the patter of steps just a few paces ahead of himself, near a bit of cracked brush; Nothing rarely grew to anything luscious and green around here. The Outlands was practically a desert, and he hated it. The closest to greenery was the swamp that outlay the edges of the Pride Lands. Those were lands where they were not allowed to step foot in, and it angered him a bit. Now, though, his sights were on whatever was just ahead, and he felt his instincts immediately force his body into being on the alert, in-case of any danger comes from these rustling bushes. | @hyaeniidaes |
