Timon shovelled another paw full of termites into his mouth and hummed with delight. These were among his favourite days in the jungle. Good food, good friends, and not a single stinkin’ tunnel or predator within miles. The meerkat could not have been happier.
He could hear his name called in the distance, one of his aforementioned friends surely. Timon turned from his meal to glance around the opening behind him. “Is that you Simba? Hey, you wouldn’t believe the termite mound I found!”
After a moment of silence in response, Timon began to doubt he had heard anything at all before his name was heard once more. “Simba?” He asked, rising to his feet. “Simba, you there?” Having suddenly lost his appetite, the meerkat began to follow the voice in search of its source. He drew a heavy sigh as he pushed a large leaf out of his path. “You ever heard of a moments rest, kid? Yeesh!”
Had he been playing a game with the cub? Timon could not remember. But now that he thought about it, he could not remember anything past the termite mound he had found. What had he been doing prior? As confusion set in the jungle began to feel a lot less friendly, darkness having swallowed the sunlight that had once peeked in between the trees. His steps began to falter as he tried to piece together his surroundings. The voice he had followed had gotten louder, but Simba had yet to reveal himself. The meerkat felt a lack of ease by it, uncertain whether the cub were playing a joke on him or had been absent all together.
“Hey, how ‘bout sharing some of all that ‘youthful energy’ of yours, huh?” he called in response, his voice notably shaken.
If it had not been Simba calling him, who else could it have been? Pumbaa? One of the monkey brothers? Timon strained his ears to make out the animal, his eyes growing wide when he finally recognized the voice. They were not an inhabitant of the jungle.
“… Wolf?”
Timon blinked – truly opening his eyes for the first time since the tunnel had caved in. Had it been a dream? His grip tightened around his mother while an aching body welcoming him back to reality. Why couldn’t have been grub or a bouquet of roses at the very least? He coughed and gave a moan.
The rubble against his back was lifted away and replaced by the familiar smell of canine. Two meerkats revealed themselves to Wolf under the rock, both certain to breathe a great sigh of relief to know they were saved.
“Wolf!” Timon greeted cheerfully. “Boy, are we glad to see you.” Still holding his mother, the meerkat winced. “Though, you might wanna work on your timing...”
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He could hear his name called in the distance, one of his aforementioned friends surely. Timon turned from his meal to glance around the opening behind him. “Is that you Simba? Hey, you wouldn’t believe the termite mound I found!”
After a moment of silence in response, Timon began to doubt he had heard anything at all before his name was heard once more. “Simba?” He asked, rising to his feet. “Simba, you there?” Having suddenly lost his appetite, the meerkat began to follow the voice in search of its source. He drew a heavy sigh as he pushed a large leaf out of his path. “You ever heard of a moments rest, kid? Yeesh!”
Had he been playing a game with the cub? Timon could not remember. But now that he thought about it, he could not remember anything past the termite mound he had found. What had he been doing prior? As confusion set in the jungle began to feel a lot less friendly, darkness having swallowed the sunlight that had once peeked in between the trees. His steps began to falter as he tried to piece together his surroundings. The voice he had followed had gotten louder, but Simba had yet to reveal himself. The meerkat felt a lack of ease by it, uncertain whether the cub were playing a joke on him or had been absent all together.
“Hey, how ‘bout sharing some of all that ‘youthful energy’ of yours, huh?” he called in response, his voice notably shaken.
If it had not been Simba calling him, who else could it have been? Pumbaa? One of the monkey brothers? Timon strained his ears to make out the animal, his eyes growing wide when he finally recognized the voice. They were not an inhabitant of the jungle.
“… Wolf?”
Timon blinked – truly opening his eyes for the first time since the tunnel had caved in. Had it been a dream? His grip tightened around his mother while an aching body welcoming him back to reality. Why couldn’t have been grub or a bouquet of roses at the very least? He coughed and gave a moan.
The rubble against his back was lifted away and replaced by the familiar smell of canine. Two meerkats revealed themselves to Wolf under the rock, both certain to breathe a great sigh of relief to know they were saved.
“Wolf!” Timon greeted cheerfully. “Boy, are we glad to see you.” Still holding his mother, the meerkat winced. “Though, you might wanna work on your timing...”