The two African painted dogs raced their way to Pride Rock. The King himself has yet to know of the news...
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"Go ahead," Shanzi smirked. "By the time you come up with an idea, you'll end up pacing up a hole for us to crawl through..."
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The hunting pack continued to track the ground as they entered the Graveyard.
"This place reeks of death..." one snorted. "We could lose the scent in due time."
"It's a bad omen," another said, not afraid, but justifiably cautious.
"Keep to the scent," the leader ordered. "The faster we find the cubs the faster we'll leave."
"I agree..." Matsu replied.