There was no scent of a lion different from Scar himself in the air. But this meerkat was his entertainment, so there was no point in simply calling the diminutive creature on his ruse so early in the game.

Scar took two perfectly placed steps, but rapid, around the meerkat, one paw landing inconspicuously on his tail, pinning him. The lion's head quickly shot up, eyes wide and looking hard for any signs of his nephew. "What?! Where?! I don't see him!" Feigning concern was one of Scar's favorite pastimes, after living under his older brother for so long. Acting was one of the things the cleverer younger brother had always been much better at.