Scars face was blank. Another cub? He would be a father of three lions? He gulped and gave a weak smile and nodded, trying to take the news in. "Thats wonderful, Zira. You'll be a fine mother." He said, trying to reassure her if his face scared her a little.
Scar smiled and felt the wind blow in his mane. "We shall." He agreed in a whisper. He smiled at Zira's proud tone. "Our heir should be our daughter. Yes, unusual as it is, we thought it was the better choice."