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| Time | Text |
|---|---|
| Once again, Mandevu is away from the pride, patrolling on the grassland. | |
| But now, the matriarch and the pride male express their hostility with unmistakable actions. | |
| This new matriarch is confident and defiant, harassing the much larger lion. | |
| Yeah, I can't even talk. | |
| Look at you. | |
| Look at the slave. | |
| That was great. | |
| Come on. | |
| Frenzied calls filter across the bush to the keen ears of Intwai Dulela. | |
| He who greets with fire. | |
| He is the hyena killer. | |
| He is the king. | |
| A swift bite to the neck, and the new matriarch is dead. | |
| You got something to say, say it! | |
| You have nothing intellectual! |
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