Scar burped slightly as he sat back, finally allowing the lionesses to get at the by now somewhat denuded carcass. This was a new sensation for him, being able to gorge to his heart's content, previously he'd always regulated his meals for fear of how his brother would react if he took too much, but now the paler lion was dead - a satisfied smile brief crossed his face - he could do whatever he wanted to. The king frowned though, as he examined himself, for all that the meal had been satisfying, the appearance of his nearly overburdened stomach contrasted badly with his almost gaunt frame. Still, that was a temporary issue, enough meals like this one and his frame would fill out, giving him the appearance of a proper king, not a half-starved rogue.
Of course, a slender physique wasn't the only thing left over from his his so recently cast-off time as a near outcast, he'd also retained something of an anti-social streak. This meant that while he was prepared to tolerate the lionesses' company for the sake of a meal, now that he'd eaten he'd prefer to be alone with his thoughts, and so he stood up - wincing very slightly as his overfull stomach twinged at the sudden shift - and began to make his way down Pride Rock into the savannah.
Sarabi was the first to realise Scar was moving, and so swallowed quickly, and asked, "where are you going sire?"
"Not that it's any business of yours Sarabi," Scar replied, a touch coolly, "but I wish to be alone for a while, farewell."
For a moment Sarabi thought of protesting, but then decided against it, quickly realising that the friendship they'd once shared had died long before. Instead she contented herself with watching his retreating form, noting with a little distaste how his engorged belly swung pendulously with each step, overfull on a kill he'd contributed nothing to, and had not even thanked them for.
Ignorant of Sarabi's scrutinising gaze, Scar continued on his way, pausing a moment at the bottom of Pride Rock, trying to decide where would be the best place to lie up to let his large meal digest. In the end, he decided to head for...
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