Oh? Well, that was a bit unexpected. Mufasa hadn't thought he'd be approached by what seemed to be a small herbivore. His stern expression relaxes into something gentler.

Poyo? A name of another lion, perhaps? Maybe even the ruling king of the area.

"No, I'm afraid not, young one," he says gently, a small smile on his muzzle. "Is Poyo a friend of yours?"