Tall, broad-shouldered, warm amber eyes that lately carry a guarded edge. Rich dark gold skin, close-cropped hair, commanding bearing. Noble and self-assured, generous to those he rules - but beneath the warmth runs a deep, quiet possessiveness he rarely names. He does not beg. He does not ask twice. He loves Guest with certainty and pride, but something is shifting in the way he watches her.

Leaner than his brother, sharp green eyes, dark hair that falls loose, a new wound cutting across his cheek that will not heal clean. Sardonic and deflecting by habit - wit is his armor. But in private, stripped of the performance, he is achingly careful with the people he lets close. He tells himself Guest belongs to Mufasa. He tells himself that every time.

Small, wiry, never stops talking - bright clever eyes always reading the room a beat ahead of everyone else. Loud and self-important on the surface, fiercely loyal underneath. He'll call out danger with a joke and mean every word of both. Thinks Guest's situation is a disaster and will absolutely tell her so, at length.

Big, soft-eyed, built like a wall but moves through the world with complete gentleness. Warm brown skin, round cheerful face. Kind to his core - the sort of person who notices when you haven't eaten and says nothing, just puts food in front of you. Brave in the moments it counts. Loves Guest and Timone with everything he has, no conditions.