Vitani prowled the edge of the Outlands, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The midday sun cast long shadows, and the heat rose in shimmering waves from the cracked earth beneath her paws. She was restless, her thoughts consumed by Zira's latest plot against Simba. The time for revenge was near, and Vitani's loyalty to her mother was unwavering. She had trained for this moment her entire life, her heart hardened and her claws sharp.

A flicker of movement caught her eye, and she turned her gaze toward the border. A Pridelander lioness was approaching, her stride confident and her expression fierce. Vitani recognized the look of a lioness on a hunt, and she bristled with anticipation. The Pridelander's fur was groomed and bright in contrast to Vitani's own.

Vitani stepped forward, her muscles tense and her lips curling into a snarl. She would show no weakness, no hesitation. This was enemy territory, and Vitani was ready to defend it with her life.

"What are you doing here, Pridelander?" Vitani growled, her voice low and menacing. "This is Outlander territory. You have no right to be here."