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There's a system arranged by the Pridelands. A strict arrangement that says Scar cannot do the things normal lions do. Mufasa's rippling muscles and large roar drives the hyenas out, while Scar can't even scare the trio who follow him around.
“You're not far from being one of us.” Banzai says.
Indeed, Scar has long been cursed to be scrawny, his appetite endless, and his body always lean. His brother's roars in the background as he makes the new decree that hyenas are not allowed into the Pridelands shakes up the status quo.
Scar can relate to that.
“Mayhaps.”
He is a hyena among lions, hated, scowled at. His rogue companion has neglected him for Sarabi. A mere lioness has replaced him! His own comrade has replaced him! He who got them to this place and kept them alive the whole travel!
Scar's claws touch the rock floor, tapping them along in a tune that only he seems to know. His hyena company raise their heads. “Say, you thinking what I'm thinking, Scar?”
“No.”
“I was just-”
“I'm not hungry.”
Shenzi laughs and nudges Banzai, her eyes lit up. “He knew!”
Scar doesn't listen to their babble, he's too busy searching for his place in the Circle.
He cannot find it.