Simba was too lost in his own thoughts to notice anything out of the ordinary. Had Zira moved upwind, her scent might have grabbed his attention, but as she knew not to know that, Simba had no worries about her showing up at the moment. Why would she? Surely, she would stick to Scar like glue.

The "stars" finally started to poke through the fading light. Simba frowned. He knew the problems he had to deal with wouldn't fix themselves, but, what could he do about them? He could go back and take his place ar Pride Rock, except that he couldn't get back to Pride Rock to do so in the first place. Even if he could, with the knowledge of what Scar had done to his father, Simba seriously doubted that he would step down, especially if he had the support of Zira and maybe some other lionesses. The whole situation was a mess.

Simba rolled on his stomach and pushed himself back up. Maybe another walk around the city would help to clear his thoughts a bit.