“I might… oooor I might not!” Rafiki gave his head a little, amused shake, followed by an expansive shrug. “However! Something doesn’t have to make sense to work.” Rafiki chuckled, smiling up at the cub.

“You see, we forget many things. But sometimes, ‘de smallest things can bring ‘dem back. A familiar sight, or a scent on ‘de wind…” Rafiki swept his hand toward himself, as if wafting a familiar scent to his nose.

“But ‘de thing is, even if ‘dey don’t come back--” he flicked his hand to the side, as if tossing something aside “-- ‘de only way to know ‘dis place again is to go beyond what you remember!” He then jabbed his finger out toward the street.