Milo's eyes opened to the great orb of a sun blinding him.
He yawned and pushed himself up and out of it, retreating to the shadow of the scraggly tree.
It was odd, he felt different, the idea of a pride, his pride, blowing wildly around in his mind as he looked around him.
Dhahabu opened her eyes as soon as she heard the rustling of Milo's fur in the breeze. "Good morning," she greeted, standing to her feet and stretching out her front paws, the rising sun glowing against her sleek, pale gold fur and dancing about the dark dappling on the lioness's face.