One of her babies was missing and Otrera was in an absolute panic.
The sun hadn't even risen and yet her mournful calls for her cub filled the air near the borders of the Pridelands. She had already scoured every inch around Pride Rock, the watering hole and even Zimran's playpen for cubs. Nothing. There was no sign of little Ukame and the first-time mother was beginning to fear the worst. What if she had fallen into a hole and no one had found her?
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