"A number of others, I'm afraid. Among them would be my little nephew Simba all grown up, and a young lioness named Kiara claiming to be his daughter..." Scar paused a moment, putting a digit to his lips in thought.

"You wouldn't know anything of a lion named Kovu? He seems rather...attached to her. He also seems to think he knows me, or that I should know him." He shot a look at Zira out of the corner of his eye, a slight twitch at the edge of his lip. The way he spoke of Kovu put the other lion far beneath him, as if the boy was no more than a mere stain on the bottom of his pawpad.