Not often did Scar take to wandering the streets of Paixao at night. Only lately, with nightmares plaguing him endlessly, had he been taken with any desire to even leave the refuge of City Hall. But now that the blizzard had begun to wain, and with his sleeplessness and frustration getting the better of him, Scar had finally left the Darkness-infested abode of the city's less cherished inhabitants. His paws lightly crushed the snow beneath him, making his steps much more audible. The cold didn't affect him much now, as he'd grown used to it over the last weeks.

First a scent, and then a sound, carried through the buildings. Now how often was it that one heard a King sobbing? With no uncertain steps, Scar turned in the direction his brother lay. He had not met with Mufasa face to face since that day in the gorge, and now would be as good a time for a reunion as any. With Mufasa vulnerable, likely due to the nightmares, he would be weak, and Scar would be presented with the perfect opportunity.

He approached the larger male as stealthily as the snow would allow, dragging his paws through it rather than lifting them above. As he prepared to speak, he put on a mask of what could appear to be concern--if one weren't looking closely enough.

"Having trouble sleeping, Brother?"