Koma waited patiently, shaking, as the cubs dispersed and Simba went to get his parents like Malka had suggested. She looked around the den at the large number (compared to what she was used to) of lionesses within. While she waited, she tried to count how many of the others there really were, but she stopped when the dark shadow of a lion loomed over her. She looked up into emerald eyes set in a reddish-brown face that was surrounded by a thick black mane. His face was creased with bitterness and he didn't look too pleased.
"You don't like how many of them there are either, do you mister?" she asked softly. The male looked down at her, seeming bored and intrigued.
"You're right I don't. I have a separate den a little ways off from here so that I may have privacy," he explained.
"Cool, that's always great to have. I wish I could have my own den..." she responded.
"Come now, if you had your own den you'd get gobbled up by hyenas in the night. You're far to young to be on your own."
"Yeah... hey! Could I maybe stay in your den then? I wouldn't want to intrude, it's just so crowded here..." the cub asked, quickly regretting it and feeling embarrassed. Scar opened his mouth to answer the little cub, but as he did so, Simba's voice echoed around the cave walls.
"That's Koma over there, with Uncle Scar!"
"Scar?!" Sarabi asked in awe, "What are you doing? Don't you hate cubs?"
"Whatever would give you that idea?" the brown male asked with an overdramatized pout, "I simply adore cubs." There were obvious amounts of sarcasm in his voice, but Scar was having the beginnings of an idea form in his head, and didn't want to waste this opportunity. "Oh don't look so shocked. I'm not as callous and despicable as you lot like to think thanks to my charming big brother."