Scar snarled. Simba, more than anything else, should have been dead, and this was proof that the cub was still alive. He paced back and forth in front of the meerkat for a moment, cursing the useless hyenas under his breath.
The meerkat, for his part, stank of anxiousness. "I can be patient," he answered. "So, what is your name?" Making the...rodent uncomfortable should prove entertainment enough until the brat arrived, provided the prey didn't run off.
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The meerkat, for his part, stank of anxiousness. "I can be patient," he answered. "So, what is your name?" Making the...rodent uncomfortable should prove entertainment enough until the brat arrived, provided the prey didn't run off.