Both Damon and Makaila sighed as they stoped to rest and were sprawled out on the ground. "Well this might be the last evening of my life. "Damon sighed, still afraid that Yuna would kill him, despite Simba's protection. "Damon, I don't want to hear anymore. "Makaila said, rolling over on her back. "Besides, I bet your overreacting. I never heard of a king killing a cub who was under another king's ptrection, so don't worry." Makaila yawned, but Damon was worried about it. He wasn't just worried about his life, he was also afraid of going back because he'd have to face his mother's pride and their judgement. He wasn't sure if he could do it, also Yuna's boarder had a huge river, and he hated rivers, almost as much as he hated caves.
Damon rested for a bit before he got up and walked away from the group, he looked up at the stars. "I don't know if you can hear me, or if your even there. I know I'm not a king, but I need guidence, and I'm too proud to admit it." Damon said, his ears pinned to his head.