The drought had finally come to an end, and the Pride lands were coming back to life.
The animals no longer had to journey to the River to quench their thirst.
With the new grass also came new life.
The great king sat on the tip of the great rock, watching the silhouettes of a mother giraffe and her baby, meandering their way around the Pride lands.
Mohatu sighed, wondering what had become of his old friend.
Whether he had survived the vicious drought that had ravaged through the land.
The big lion sighed.
Of course his friend would be ok.
Mosi could survive anything, and besides he was responsible enough to look after himself. Rumour was that he already had a son…
Mohatu thought of his daughter. She was young still, barely more than a cub.
The passing of her mother had affected the whole kingdom, but no one so more as he himself and Uru.
The young princess had insisted on following him everywhere, and try as he might to persuade her she would have none of it.
He knew she missed her mother, but hoped that one day she would learn, that however hopeless and lost you can feel the sun must shine, and the day will follow the night.
Such was the Circle of Life.
The drought I was talking about is a referance to the book 'The Brightest Star'
I don't know why I drew this. I was bored today.
It's a sucky drawing... I know...
I shall name the blob giraffes Fred and Geff.
Maybe they will star in their own picture one day.
Mohatu, The Lion King (c) Disney
Drawing (c) Me