The Wolf Tribe is all abuzz. The blueprints for the new city have just been approved. Buildings are torn down, new material is brought out of the storage facilities, and the Wolves begin working, paw in paw, to construct a new home, a city to bring pride to the Wolves, so the cubs of tomorrow can look back and say, "Those old dogs did it. They made Chima a better--and slightly more dangerous--place and built this magnificent city."
Meanwhile, Woldros oversees the construction, and grins wickedly. "Those overgrown felines won't know what hit them."
Ground is broken, foundations are set, streets are paved, and supplies are brought in. Lord Woldros looks over this, grinning with pure delight, with a touch of malice. "Everything is going according to plan, sir." A worker says. "Excellent. And the women and children?" Woldros asks. "The women are either helping the men, or tending to the Wolves who can't. A few are preparing food, as well. The children are doing small tasks, like stirring concrete or distributing nails." "And the elderly?" "Still cranky and tired." "Wonderful! I'm leaving." "Wha--Where are you going, sir?" "Oh, I dunno. I thought I'd get a room in the Lion City, maybe stop by and see their prince, that sort of thing." "As you wish, sir. Will you be taking anyone with you?" "Just my bodyguards. Tell the foreman to take care of everything, will you?" "Yessir, we have it all under control." "Thank you. As you were, soldier." "Sir, I'm a techie." "Whatever."
Later, three Speedorz zoom out of camp towards the Lion City.