Scar's lips raised in a small snarl as he heard both Zazu's voice and the voice of two cubs drifting towards him. "He's old enough, why isn't he dead yet?" he growled quietly to himself as he watched the blue speck vanish. But the snarl vanished in the blink of an eye and he looked down again, from Kovu to Sengalo and down again to Naeri before turning his eyes to the sky. They couldn't fight now... Shakou and Maovu could, yes, but Scar wouldn't risk Naeri and his son. And, to a lesser extent, Kovu. Kovu was his tie to Zira, now that Nuka had vanished and Vitani was no where to be found. So, no, he would not risk Kovu either.
Not *quite* yet.
"We cannot fight," he said to Maovu and Shakou, turning his acid eyes to the two powerful males. "Let us venture further into the Outlands... I will not risk open battle with the King of the Pridelands." He looked back in the direction he had come from. "Not like this," he said with a nod towards the three younger members. He moved closer to the big males, not demanding his will on them but simply offering his case. Which was quite rare for Scar.
"We should move further into the Outlands and find Zira and what remains of those who were loyal to me. Gather our strength and not waste it in fighting too early."