"...Good idea." Kovu didn't want to think about it anymore. He gave a low growl as he looked at the termite mound that had served as he home for his whole life, then turned his back on the place. His scar was the end of it. He was never going to come here again.

He walked slowly and silently, head low, shoulders tense as he led her back toward the door that brought them here. Even the animals who hadn't seemed concerned with them as they came gave Kovu at least a worried glance, though whether it was because he stance scared them or they were concerned for his sake it was impossible to tell.