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Three months have passed since the presentation that drew so many animals from across the kingdom to Pride Rock. As with all cubs, the young prince is growing up fast. Already the cub spots of youth have vanished from his small golden form, and last night, his father promised to take him up to the peak of Pride Rock.
It's still dark when you wake up, lying huddled up against your mother's resting form, one of her forelegs draped over you protectively. |