At his name, Timon turned to look back at Wolf, surprised by the low tone of the man’s voice. He was even more surprised by what followed it, a flood of ideas unleashed inside his head. However, as great as all these ideas sounded, especially their profit, there was this small annoying voice that told him otherwise. To ask such things of Wolf, though he was sure the man would happily agree, easily put his life in danger. If he were to get hurt – Ugh. Timon sighed. Pumbaa was rubbing onto him and he probably had the smell to prove it. He brought a paw to his forehead.

“I think you should stay away from Scar.” The meerkat said regrettably. “We can find out another way. He's too dangerous.”