Lost and alone, Symba finds a small, quiet area on the bank of the river. As the wind picks up slightly, he looks towards where it’s coming from. He spots a mare, not far from him. She looks sad, he notices. He lets out a small curious whinny in her direction, wondering if she’ll notice him. He’s been separated from his herd, from all he’s known. He’s never been so lonely before. His ears flicker back and forth wondering why she seems sad. He decides to move closer to investigate. “Are you okay?” He asks, trying to keep his distance. “I just saw you and heard you crying. I’m Symba. Are you hurt?” He asks softly, trying to not pry but making sure the mare is okay. He’d feel awful if something was wrong and he just left.
@Olena
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