Vitani didn’t believe her. Of course, if she was, indeed, planning something, there was no reason to tell Vitani. So she putted that aside and sat down in front of her mother. “Who told you I was living there?” Vitani moved her paw, dismissing the fact. “I still live here. It’s awful but I’m in home. I just eat there and so. I don’t plan to stand Simba and Kovu all day long.” Vitani rolled her eyes.
“Oh, I hear things through the grapevine dear. And you also smell like them.” Zira shuddered and yawned, “Simba get on your nerves?” She arched a brow, smirking.
“Ugh, really?” Vitani tried to smell herself. She liked how the Pridelands smelled, very wild and so. But that smell in the lions turned to be a very sweet and disgusting thing. She grimaced in disgust. “Everyone gets me on my nerves sometimes, mother. But he does it very often.” Vitani sighed theatrically. “His attitude makes me think that future generations are going to be morons.”
“They already are morons, dear.” Zira grumbled, “But I digress,” The lioness fixed Vitani with a look of knowing, “What do you plan on doing if Scar and Myself go against Simba and the rest of the Pridelands? Will you simply sit back and watch?”