Simba (lion form)

Simba watches the the sun set slowly from Pride Rock, it was such a peaceful day. Nothing has gone wrong, which is a surprise with the Outlanders and Outsiders roaming about just outside of the Pride Lands. Simba turns his head as he hears fluttering of wings, "Ah, Zazu, what do you have to report?"

Zazu panics a bit, wringing his wings slightly as he squawks slight, "White lioness in the northern part of the lands. Fur as white as the clouds in the sky! But she seems to be alone!" He stumbles over his words a bit as he talks to his king.

"A white lion?" Simba mutters, he remembers his father telling him stories about a group of white lions, said they attacked without mercy, that they were evil. "I will go check it out, just don't tell anyone else about it just yet." With that demand, Simba rushes down off of Pride Rock, running towards the north part of the Pride Lands.

Simba lowers his body as he prowls through the tall grass, sure enough, there is a pure white lioness drinking at the water hole. As soon as her eyes close, Simba pounces, tackling and pinning the white lioness under him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He growls right into her face, eyes narrowing to try to read the expression on her face.