Malaika padded out of the jungle to the south. It seemed like a long time since they could actually see the light. The brightness hurt Malaika's eyes only momentarily. The southern grasslands stretched furhter than the eye could see. The sun looked to have climbed to its peak meaning mid day was approaching.

Malaika looked back to see if the cub was following. He smiled as he thought bout the good times they had together back in the Mizaati Mara, before he had to return to his homeland, The land in which they were now journeying to. It seemed that maybe they had left the jungle too soon. What Malaika thought would take days turned into Months. Mt. Kilimanjaro was on the other side of the contenent. To him it wouldn't seem far. He had traveled there many times before but always alone. Now that there is someone else with him it would either slow the journey down and just enjoy what he could before entering the heartlands, no a place of danger, or he could carry the cub and try the journey non stop. It usually left him exsausted. Only time would tell.