Timon shuttered at the idea of Scar dying. As much as he hated the lion, he could not wish death on him. He couldn’t wish death on anyone. Not seriously, at any rate. The thought made him uncomfortable. These thoughts, however, were forced aside as he listened to Wolf continue. “I don’t think he’s out to… Kill anyone. Not yet.” The meerkat replied after a moment of thought, hesitating at the idea of such violence. He killed Mufasa, Simba’s father, his own brother. To say he hadn’t the intent, the ability, it just didn’t sound right. “He likes games. He’ll make others get their paws dirty for him and trick them into blaming themselves.” The meerkat looked up at Wolf. “I think you’ve been had, just like Alice.”

“He’s got her thinkin’ he’s her friend. It makes me mad seein’ that slimy snake take that kid for a sap.” He clenched his fists and shook one at Wolf in frustration. “She’s got herself in enough trouble as it is. She doesn’t need to go looking for more.” Timon gave a sigh. “I’ve been tryin’ to keep an eye on her myself, following her around to make sure she stays outta trouble. But that kid is quick! I had a hard enough time keeping up with her when she was with Scar. If you end up keepin’ an eye on the kid, you’ll let me know if something comes up… Right?”