Ruts and Routines

[morningreport]

[A certain Hornbill can be seen slowly flying over the land, his eyes wandering. It's unsure if he's looking for someone, or just keeping watch over things, but he seems to be extra huffy this morning.]

...Now where is everybody? Normally the giraffe would be out at the water-hole at this time of day...and there isn't even a meerkat to be spoken of.

An empty Savannah is unheard of, so where the devil is everyone?

[He circles around one more time before landing on a rock, sighing heavily before folding his wings at his sides.]

Surely something wouldn't be going on without me knowing about it, would it?

Comments

[morningreport]

Oooh well...if you're absolutely certain Sire.

[He pauses, glancing back up at Mufasa.]

But tomorrow's report will be thorough and exact to the point, I assure you!

[ikilledmufasa]

[Scar simply offers his brother a noncommittal shrug in response to the admonition, then looks back to the bird.]

We wouldn't expect any less.