Dalila

"Wow, this is your pride?" Simba asks shock.

I slightly chuckle. "Yeah, small isn't it?"

"Very. So you guys are able to survive by eating fruits?"

"Yup! Over there is our leader, my grandfather." I say, pointing with my paw. "He knows every thing about the jungle. He also raised me." I look down sadly. "My parents abandon me when I was a newborn..."

Simba put his large paw on top of my small one as a sign of comfort. "I am so sorry to hear, Dalila."

"It's alright. I just wish I knew the full reason why. I always had this dream of my parents wondering who they were and how they look. My grandfather only shared such little information.."

"You must forget the past and move forward. No offense, but if your parents had really love you Dalila, they'd still be with you. It's okay! If it makes you feel any better...I'm not with my parents either."

I met my olive green eyes with his ruby colored ones. "Really? So you're a rouge??"

Simba turn his head away. "Not exactly. It's a long story..."

"I have all the time to listen. What happened to them Simba?"

"It's not my mother, it's...it's my father. I rather not think of the terrible past. Something I still regret on till this day."

"Well, okay. If it's that bad then don't share. I understand."

I nod. Simba did the same with a small smile.

"Dalila?"

I look forward. My grandfather is coming. The look of suspense and curiosity covers his face. Each day my grandfather grows more sick and older. The pride and I worry when he pass, where will we head to next? Who will become the next leader?? It's only five us. Grandfather makes six. So many questions but not enough answers.

"Hello, grandpa." I greet.

He takes a step close and nuzzle me. I smile then follow his electric blue eyes to Simba's eyes.

"Who is this tall fellow?" Grandpa asks.

"My name is Simba, nice to meet you sir!" Simba greets respectfully.

I smile. "Simba help me get down from a tight vine that I got caught in earlier."

"Didn't I tell you young lady to be more careful around vines?"

"Yes, I know. I was only hunting grandpa. A monkey had stolen a fruit from me so I chase after it and didn't see the vibe below."

Grandpa shook his head.

"Dalila, your back!!"

A umber fur color cub runs happily forward. His name is "Tambo". A fifth member of the pride and youngest.

"Hello Tambo!"

"What took you so long? I want to hear another one of your great stories about the stars!" He smiled excitedly.

I hear Simba chuckle beside me. Grandpa smiles down at little Tambo and pat his head.

"Staying out of trouble huh Tambo?" He asks him.

Tambo nods. "Uh huh!"

"That's good to hear."

"Well, I better get home before my friends Timon and Pumba wonder where I am. I told them I'll be back." Said Simba.

I nod, "Okay. Do you remember the way back?"

"Glad you asked! No I don't."

"Stay here Tambo with my grandfather until I return."

Tambo sat down with a whine. "Awwwww, but your gonna take foreveeerr!"

I hug Tambo then walk off leading Simba home. "I won't. See you when I get back!"

"Okay, Dalila."

Simba catch up to my side. "Ha, cubs."

I shake my head rolling my eyes. "Tell me about it."

"He seems to really like you, Dalila."

"I know his mother. I baby sit him often when she goes hunting."

"So that means you like cubs, right?"

I chuckle. "I guess you can say that."

Simba laughed. "How adorable!"

I paw at his face with a smirk. "Oh hush!"

Simba falls over into a bush. "Hey!"

I laugh then run off.

"Come back here!" I hear him growl in a playful manner.

I continue running with laughter.

"I don't think Simba had gone this far, Timon." Said a voice. "We've never came to this side of the jungle before."

"Of course he did Pumba. I can smell his scent! He had to, I just know it." Said another voice.

A red warthog with a little meerkat on its back enter the path In front of me. I tried to slow down, but it was too late.

"Look out!" I yell.

They face me with a scream. I crash into them. I land on my side.

"Timon, Pumba!" Simba call running up.

"How come there's three of you Simba?" Asks the little meerkat rubbing his head.

Simba chuckle and help him up with his nose. The red warthog sat up.

He look at me, "Simba, do you know her?"

I stand back up on my paws smiling. "My name is Dalila. I see you guys already know each other."

The meerkat yell with fright hiding behind Simba. "Ah, it's a carnivore!"

"Relax guys, Dalila is cool. She's my new friend!" Simba shortly explained.

"Gosh, she's pretty!" The warthog complimented.

I blush giggling. "Well, thank you. Your name is?"

"Pumba! That's Timon there hiding scared behind Simba."

"Hey, I was not scared! I was just uh..."

"Mhm sure." Pumba grins.

Timon rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

I laugh sitting down. "You two are hilarious."

They both bow. "Thank you."

"Well, I best be going. My grandfather probably wondering where I am. I don't want to keep Tambo waiting."

Timon and Pumba wave. "Bye!"

I turn around walking my way back home.

"Wait, Dalila!"

I stop and look over my shoulder seeing Simba Rush forward.

"We will ever see each other again?" He ask.

I smile, "Of course."

Simba smile back. We both hug then went our separate ways home.

Finally I made a friend...