Kovu, taking a break from the pride and all the attention, went for a morning stroll in his new home. He still had a hard time believing it; that the Pride Lands now belonged to him too and maybe, just maybe, he would be king after all. Kovu climbed onto a rock that jutted out over a small pond and gazed into the distance but quickly recoiled as he realized what he was staring at. The Outlands. Dead ahead. For the last couple of days that place had for once not been on his mind, but now all the memories came surging back once more - the pain, the suffering, the sorrow... But the war was over; he would never have to go out there again. It was going to take some time getting used to.