Blacktail Deer Plateau I killed Mufasa

Making exactly 252 assumptions here... this takes place the morning after this shit show. Heyo, @Pura! :)

They had bathed her and put her to bed, murmuring sporadically when she drifted close to consciousness. They loomed, keeping watch, whispers exchanged and brows furrowed as they wondered if she would come out of it. Perhaps they thought she had taken a turn for the worse and would go out stark raving mad. Or maybe they kept close, hoping and wishing and praying that the fever would break and Junior would somehow claw her way out of these tangled woods.

In the wee hours of morning, as the eastern sky only just began to lighten, Junior snorted and rolled from her back to her side, scraping her forelegs against the cool den floor. She yipped, startling awake. She was facing the entryway and wasn't aware of those who'd kept vigil over her and eventually fallen asleep nearby. Junior dove out of doors, ignoring the aching in her limbs and the pounding of her head.

There was someone sleeping just outside the den's entrance, presumably to prevent exactly what was happening now. Delirious Junior didn't even bother trying to figure out who it was. She stepped over the prostrate figure and began to lope through the chilly dawn mist, headed once more toward the borders and the blessedly cool river just beyond them with every intention of drowning these fucking flames once and for all.