The older lion's ears perked when he heard the crack and looked back to see another cub. He listened as the two talked but was ready to take action. Since she was not looking at Malaika he quickly hid in the tall grass near-by and crept around the two for a better position to hear. He would not let simba get hurt nor would he just sit and do nothing but he would let simba talk untill he gave word things were ok. To Malaika it didn't seem ok.

To find a cub of all creatures following them without Malaika knowing made him even more cautious. If he couldn't detect that they were being followed by the cub then who was to say they wern't being followed by more. Malaika strugled with himself not knowing weather to step forward and protect or hide and see if more came before stepping out to protect simba. He decided to wait for the latter. If this cub was alone then where had it come from. The more Malaika thought about it the more it didn't make sence. Where they even on the right track to Mt. Kilimanjaro? Where they off course. Perhaps Malaika made a bad judgement call in direction. No they were on the right course. Just he didn't expect to run into anyone for another couple miles. This cub seemed to have come from near-by. Malaika didn't know about the prides of the west. He only knew about the prides that once resided in the east.

The only pride left in the east isn't even a pride anymore. Malaika, being the soul survivor of the war that wiped them out, was no longer in charge of anything. The only lions in the east now were rouges that wanted to kill Malaika. Ever since the great war, between his grandfathers Kilimanjaro and Chaos, the rouge's wanted revenge.