Scar roared into the darkness of the dusty night. He had just sent the hyenas out for a search for food. Scar didn't leave the throne much, unless it was to deal with troublesome lions that weren't obeying his rules. Then again, there weren't much prides left because almost everyone fled before he rightfully claimed his place on the throne. Though even thought he had little to rule over, he was still very pleased with himself for murdering Mufasa and killing that retched son of his, Simba. That brainless little cub had fallen for Scar's tricks more than once, and this time it had killed him. Scar smiled slyly. Yes, indeed it had killed Simba. Simba was gone, Mufasa was gone. Perfect. Scar had also forbidden Simba's mother and his best friend Nala, to ever leave. Especially Nala. Scar planned to make her his queen.
The stars were now set high in the sky, though their glow was very dim. The Pride Lands were quiet except for the far off echo of the hyenas cackling in the dark, which was also fading fairly quickly. The dust had also finally settled in a thin blanket on the cracked and parched ground. It was as if night had put it to rest.
After a good few hours of carrying Jumbe, Ashur began to wheeze from exhaustion. His stomach growled furiously and his mouth felt as if it was as dry as the ground beneath his tired paws. But he had to go on, and he was going to go on. No stopping. If he had to die to keep Jumbe alive, then so be it. Ashur kept a close eye on Kari and Aimee, following them so he wouldn't get lost. It was a hard job to prevent himself and Jumbe from getting thorns on either of them. The thorns were sharper than a full grown elephant's tusk and could easily puncture deep into anything that fell onto it. Nevertheless, Ashur thought he was doing a pretty good job at keeping him and Jumbe thorn-free, at least for now.
After a few more minutes of walking, Ashur stopped and listened in the night. He swore he heard the cackling of the hyenas, and closer than before when Aimee had heard them
"Did anyone notice any hyenas leaving Pride Rock before we left? I hear them now, and I can tell they are very close. We must move more quickly." Ashur explained, who was suddenly very tense. He nuzzled Jumbe, who was breathing very slowly and softly, her eyes still shut tight. Ashur wondered when she would come back to consciousness. He hoped it would be very soon.