Kopa walked out onto the hot, dry earth of the Savannah desert. The air smelled of animals alive and dead, not unfamiliar to the King's son. His paw brushed against a rock, his eyes lazily following the clean trail it left behind. Not much to do today, he mused, scanning the Pridelands. A few boulders, the family waterhole, an acacia tree or two. And..his eyes shot back to in between the trees. His gaze focused on them, on a light tan furball motionless in the shade. A smile quirked on his lips. His cousin, Vitani. It had been a while since he had seen her, sh
Simba looked at the male lion. Who are you? Kopa. Your long lost son has come home. Simba, Nala and the lionesses stared. K..Kopa? Nala whispered. Could it be true? Could this be Kopa, her and Simbas son? Yes, Ive come home.. Mother. Nala slowly walked closer, eyeing the male. It is you! she said, her voice filled with joy. She rubbed her face against his mane. My son.. Simba smiled. If Nala could recognize him, it had to be him.
Kiaras eyes opened wide. Kopa? Alive? She looked questioning at her mother. Yes. It was him. I could recogn