This wasn’t up for debate. As far as Timon was concerned, he had dragged far too many people he knew into trouble. Simba’s kidnapping had taught him that well. He refused to place anyone else in danger if he could help it, Wolf included. He felt a string of regret for saying so much. He had meant to inform Wolf of the cities dangers so that he could avoid them not interrogate them. Why were the larger creatures always so stupid? Timon restrained himself from slapping a paw over his face in frustration.

Wolf’s hard stare made it difficult to look away, never mind refuse his help. Only once he lifted his menu and could block Wolf’s gaze was he was able to break from his spell and speak. “If I wanted your help I would have asked for it.” He said in a snotty tone. However, from behind the menu his expression had fallen, this feeling of guilt growing more evident in him. Wolf was only trying to help but the only way Timon could think to stop him was by pushing him away. Still…

The meerkat slowly peeked out from behind his menu, as though to check if Wolf were still there before he spoke again. His tone was far softer than before. “But, uh... Thanks.”