It's been just been a year since their banishment. They'd lost so many of their pride...so many. Thirst, exhaustion, the heat, snakes, cold, starvation...their chances of survival were depleting. Akua, a white lion who'd been banished with the many other Outlanders hated the Pridelanders, and their now ex-pride, for forcing them to make such a trek as this. To lose their cubs. So they continued on, still hoping, praying, that life was held around the bend. Then, on the last day of that year, they found the Shadowlands. They were saved; their new queen Aysi gave birth some days after to their first biological son. He symbolized the new life, hope...a new start. The pride rejoiced, celebrating the birth of the prince. Tayba, the adopted prince, couldn't be happier. It should have meant that the first born would be king after Akua, but Akua made it clear that Tayba would be his successor. They later celebrated the birth of a princess; their births were reason to look forward to the next sunrise than dread it. Tayba, who woke up early to do one of his daily patrols around their borders, Alari of course beside him, has came up the ravine of the den that was hidden behind the first large rock. It was a secluded place, away from the crisp breeze and the elements but the sky outside of the den itself was beginning to let loose the sunrise. Tayba sat down right in the middle of the clearing, staring up at the sky. "It's pretty, isn't it?" Alari asked as she sat next to him. Tayba smiled. "Yeah, beautiful. Hard to believe that it was this sunrise that gave such dishearten on the journey." He was referencing mothers waking up to their cub's cold bodies, having died overnight. Alari nodded. "You think that we'll be able to stay here?" she asked, her voice unsure. Tayba wasn't even sure himself. Not a week after they got settled in here did they discover the hunters. "I believe we will."