Thousand Yard Stare Zazu -

Simba sat down, curling his tail around his paws. "Is it about Scar's reign? The hyenas?"

"I remember the quiet ," Zazu said. "For years, I was a mouthpiece. A songbird for a mad king. Scar would send me to deliver impossible edicts—'The zebras will graze only on the eastern ridge. The antelope will forfeit their calves to the hyena clans.' And I would fly. Wingbeat after wingbeat. I would land in the middle of a herd, open my beak, and the words would come out. My voice. His poison." thousand yard stare zazu

He swallowed.

The hornbill blinked. Once. Then he turned his head with a slow, mechanical click. Simba sat down, curling his tail around his paws

Zazu's beak finally curved—not into his old, performative smile, but something smaller. Something real. Simba sat down