Nova got up and walked out of the den. She was in a particularly foul mood today. Maybe it was the recent with return of Simba, maybe she had slept little, nobody knew. She growled somewhat when she saw Simba and Nala out on priderock surveying their lands.
Idiots Nova thought as she walked out behind them, sliding off down into the shadows.
She found herself some shade underneath one of the trees and sighed. She had liked Scar as king, but had chosen wisely not to follow Zira to the outlands. She had plans of her own.