As for himself, Scar had been wandering the streets of the city for the past few days, having luckily been away from City Hall when that...whatever it was had blasted Maleficent's thorns away with all that light. He'd made a point of learning what that was someday, but for now, he was more interested simply in finding a place he could rest. The cave in Pride Rock was beginning to sound rather pleasant at this point...and there was always the fact that it would hurt his brother, his nephew, and Zira's brat Kovu all at once.

As he made his way toward the Niflheim gate to proceed toward the castle's other floors, he caught the scent of his mate--or, more specifically, the scent of her blood. What on earth had the brash lioness gotten herself into this time?

"I do hope you have a good reason for why I can smell your bleeding on the wind before I can smell you," he said softly, announcing his presence with quite the condescending tone.