Behind Scar, pools of darkness very slowly started to well up from beneath the snow. Nothing came from them, nor were they easy to see in the dim light, but if Mufasa was paying attention the stink of the Heartless was beginning to waft through the air.

"Have you ever known me to be very good with that, Mufasa?" In truth, he had at least given the brat a hug, but his brother would hardly find any solace in that, he knew. "I was never so able to find the right words as you."