Not quite sure what the tall trees that stood i the city were, Simba is having quite some trouble getting used to the area. The moogle that confronts him gives him pause, unsure what sort of creature it is, but so long as it was an animal, he's okay. The lion, who really did look like a man in his late teens, perhaps early twenties moves forward, leaving his newly received pack behind two trash cans, hidden from view. The smell should mask his being there, though he has no idea what their purpose is.

The air was much colder than the savanna as well, bare arms crossed and a little huddled, tail dragging behind him. "What sort of place is this..." Wide eyes take in more of the city, barren of the life he was so used to, but...at least the stars shone brightly. That much was the same.