“What shall we name him?” Sarabi asked.
With a cry of agonized regret, Taka leaped onto Kiros’s back, sinking his teeth into the white lion’s ear. “RUN, MUFASA!” Mufasa - Le Roi Lion
They clashed. Mufasa was thrown to the edge of the cliff. Below, the Outsiders were winning. Taka watched from the shadows, his injured leg throbbing. He saw Kiros raise a paw to deliver the final blow. In that split second, Taka realized the truth: Kiros would never share power. He would kill them both. “What shall we name him
Kiros hit the ground with a sickening crack. The Outsiders, seeing their leader dead, fled into the badlands, never to return. Mufasa was thrown to the edge of the cliff
They arrived at dawn. Mufasa stood on a high bluff and looked down. The sun bled gold and orange over an endless savanna. A massive rock formation jutted from the center, shaped like a sleeping lion. Waterfalls cascaded down its sides. Zebras, antelopes, and elephants grazed in harmony.
Mufasa pulled a broken Taka from the rubble. Taka’s eye had been scratched, and his face was permanently scarred. Tears streamed down his muzzle.