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It was part of his duties to report on every death in the Pridelands, no matter whether it was a lizard eaten by a mongoose or a giraffe taken at the water by a crocodile.
So when a small sounder of warthogs reported that one of their number had been taken in the night, Zazu set about finding the killer. Not to extract punishment, but so he could give a more detailed report to Mufasa at mid-day.
His first suspicions were wild dogs, so he made his way to the grove where their den site was. But when he arrived he found no trace of them, even the burrows had been cleared out. Zazu had no hunter’s nose, but even he could smell the pungent odours of fear and death.
When a leg fell to the ground in front of him, he knew why. Leopard.
He looked up, and saw the cat sitting in the tree above him. Leopards were a rarity in the Pridelands, though he had never seen this one before. She was bigger than others of her species, despite being female, so Zazu assumed she was not from the savannah.
“Excuse me, madam,” he began politely, fluttering up to sit on the next branch over.
“Am I correct in saying you are a newcomer to this area?”
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i. Shenzi herself, had seen many leopards in her day, treeing several, and stealing from many more, thus the appearance of this leopardess came to no surprise of hers. But her ears swivel to meet the new voice regardless, a lax, but pugnacious expression illuminating her features, the hint of a fleeting grin curling the corners of her maw upwards.
ii. Since the death of Scar, her clan had gradually vacated the pridelands, and in doing such, had become almost nomadic, although the hyena hoped this would change soon; moving frequently with such a large clan, with mothers and cubs, and with herself for that matter, was getting old very fast! Personally she loathed the arduous search for new stomping grounds, especially since it was rare her kind travel this far into the forests. It was her intent to pass through this area, what good was a plains hunter in such dense brush? Thus, she had run ahead, finding herself frustrated that they had not yet found the exit to this labyrinth of greenery.
iii. The hyena matriarch sizes the other up, almost nonchalantly, a lone leopard is of no concern to her. Regardless, her ears are held upright, and her stance is solid, unmoving. Shenzi did not want to expend much needed energy if she could help it (though had she not been traveling, the story would have perhaps been different), and hoped her confident show of bravado would put the other off any idea of violence. An almost bored huff leaves her at Sabor’s rhetorical inquiry, opting to shoot back with a bit of her own snark, though its spoken in mild humor as well. She supposed the other may have simply never seen a hyena, however she dismissed that thought in the moment.
“What’s the matter? Got somethin’ wrong with your eyes? I always had it figured leopards were smarter than lions, guess not.”
❝ Life is fleeting, an illusion, and everything in the end belongs to death. ❞ (junglexquccn)
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“... Okay, so what exactly does that mean? Is this some jungle version of the circle of life or something?”