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Yes, or do you want her to stumble into camp, cause right now I just took down an atelope with Luna and we could always find her weak and starving on our way back.
(That will work.)
Nala layed there. Her small body weak. She was staveing. Buzzards flew overhead. Swopeing down ever so close. To see if she was dead yet. She was close to death. She drifted in and out of consiousness (sp). Her mouth hung open. Revealing her pale pink tounge. Her twany coat baked her in the sun. Her tail barely flicking the flies away. She whimpered.
Leaving Luna to bring the antelope back, Uganda set off across the territory with a gut feeling. As she was walking she started to have a terrible feeling as if someone had stepped on her grave. She started to run in the direction of a group of buzzards. She grabbed one of the buzzards and snapped it's back, throwing it aside she shooed off alll the rest with a low growl. There in a small heap lay a starving lion cub. Uganda acted fast and hoisted the cub up on her shoulders and took off for the pride. She left the buzzard behind, Buzzard meat was no good anyways she thought. She hoped the cub was still alive. Gosh she hated Buzzards, they were so annoying! She finally got to the pride and slid the cub slowly to the ground. "Help, someone!Please" she called looking down at the poor little cub.
