Oh, they all said they’d be alright. He’d even said it once and it had made no difference because he had still found himself in trouble and still made others worry. Timon couldn’t ask this of Wolf, not when he knew how likely it was he’d get hurt. It wasn’t worth it. If anything happened to him, this thing, ‘guilt’ as Pumbaa had called it, would nag at him forever. He shook his head at the thought.

“No, I’m not dragging you into this.” He said firmly. “I’ll… I’ll figure something out. Just keep away from Scar. He’s more trouble than he’s worth. Somethin’ like this isn’t worth the risk of you or anyone else getting hurt.” Timon would argue all afternoon with Wolf if he had to.