As she walked, lost in thought, she almost fell at Simba, a lion sleeping on the edge of the path on which she walked.
It was poorly lit track, with lots of foliage above it, and yellowish-brown fur Simba was almost invisible. He probably would have been surprised to see her.
Sarafina carefully moved away from him, so as not to wake the king. She stopped to look more closely at it, admiring his beautiful body. “My daughter is very lucky” – thinking Sarafina.