[pride lands]] "I have to go."
Sarabi glanced away to the horizon, the wind singing softly in the background. "I wish I could go, too". She understood Nala's reasons. They were the same as hers, the ones she wouldn't have hesitated to bring up if only she hadn't been so proud. The pride lands had become a nightmare, after Mufasa's death - and after Simba's disappearing. And Nala was too fierce to tolerate such a gloomy scenario, she knew it. Nala was life itself, a lightning that seldom dared to rest - she needed to be free. "Go", the lioness said to the princess, turning her gaze on her. "Be safe. There's still a long way to go before you're out of these lands. Be careful".

















