Now this was different, and something that made Scar feel infinitely better about himself. A human scared of him. Which should be the natural order of things, of course, but most of them seemed to have that damned ego that made them think that they were better than lions. Idiots, all of them.

Making a show of sitting casually and examining his claws, which were nice and big and pointy, Scar blinked slowly. "Yes, hyenas," he drawled lazily, eyeing the human with disdain. "The wingless vultures, the furry trash cans. Mind you, they're vicious little beasts. Could tear you apart in seconds."