Another three days passed.
The female lions still worked hard but returned empty-handed after hunting.
Be it the lion or the young cubs, they were all so hungry that they could not take it.
If this continued, the pride would face an even greater crisis.
On this day.
The lion finally made a decision and migrated to the southern border of the territory.
There was a river at the foot of the hill.
Although the river was not big, the land was fertile and the vegetation was beautiful. Many herbivores must have gathered there.
But.
Beside the water source, other than many herbivores, there were also many carnivores.
If the pride did not have cubs, it would not be a problem to migrate there.
But now, there were still five young cubs in the pride.
The oldest was only a year old.
If they went there, they would be coveted and attacked by those carnivores at any time.
Their pride was just a small pride.
