Pumbaa, cheerfully followed along behind Misa for most of the long trek into the city, but had eventually dropped back with Rukia, as he had started to grow tired. Walking on this bumpy-rocked ground was hard on the hoofs. He found himself missing the soft ground and grass of the savannah, but he held in any complaints as there was nothing to be done about it really, was there?

He also didn't complain that it looked like he wouldn't be able to meet up with Timon tonight. He was glad just to know that Timon was here, and was okay. From how big this place seemed to be, he understood it would probably take awhile to find his pal. He could be patient.

Unlike Misa, who's attention was on the butterfly, Pumbaa's gaze kept drifting up at Rukia, who'd grown very thoughtful and quiet for most of the long walk. The warthog often missed things, but even he could see something was eating at her.

When she suddenly stopped, he paused in his step to look up at her again, his expression worried, "Miss Rukia...? Is everything okay?"