Blacktail Deer Plateau I killed Mufasa

Junior was only too happy to clamber on, which she did with about as much grace as a dropping turd. Pura cupped his ears forward to block out future squeals of delight as he got slowly to his feet and took their first careful step in the direction of the river.

Progress was.. well, they progressed. Junior wasn't particularly heavy, but she slipped to and fro as Pura's shoulder's moved beneath her. Sometimes she clung on, sometimes she forgot to, forcing her brother-cousin (crother?) to make some strange-looking maneuvers as horse and rider zigzagged ever downwards.

After what seemed like the entire night, Pura's paws touched flat ground. They crossed the remaining distance to the river at a brisk power-walk, stopping at the edge of the chilly, moonlit water. It wasn't rushing particularly fast, but Pura would still be getting into the water - there was no telling what Junior would do. She might decide that she wanted to be a fish. He eased the dark, burning body onto the grassy ground. "Don't die in the water," he turned around to tell her with complete seriousness, "We already buried you, so there is no space."