Zabad looked at Sengalo and thought for a moment, this was the first time he had relised how alike they were and it gave him an idea on how to reek more sympathy from Nala.
"Me and my," he paused and gritted his teeth slightly, "brother, come from far away, exiled from our pride of whom knew of Scar and worshipped him intently, that is why we have these scars on our faces. It is a form of heritage there." He had noticed Nala had been observing their markings for some time. "But we carry them not with pride. I'm not sure if I can speak such strong emotions from my, brother, but I myself am ashamed of it. We would be most grateful of shelter since we have travelled so far without much food or water, and of course, a lion of my age does suffer quite badly under such weight."