Well beyond the pridelands stood a group of lionesses, surrounding a lion with another male who looked just barely out of his cubhood. " We found her sire, but she is under King Simba's Protection." The lead lioness said, bowwing to the Preteen lion. " It matter's not, the son of Mufasa with not risk war for the sake of one cub, especially one who was promised to me by Her father, King Taka. I will Have the princess Makaila, and nothing will stand in my way." He said. " Not even the lion of ash and soot?" Another lioness replied. " You obey that old shamen over your prince, or me, your king ?" Zarkon asked. " No sire, I ment no disrespect to either upu or prince Lokar. " She answered. With that they began their three day trek to the Pridelands.