[Scar is a little on edge right now. First the ground shakes as if a heard of elephants came rampaging across the plains, uprooting trees and dragging their tusks along the ground. Then the river begins to flood... and finally the sky has become a color it should not.
Needless to say, Scar is not appreciating this in the slightest. As the old lion wanders he follows the wake of destruction, taking him close and into what was part of the town at one time. He sticks to the shadows and observes as people run around doing... things.]