FC's ears raised when Cova stepped into the den. The lanky adolescent breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh Cova, it's just you..." he smirked and turned to Iliana who he had been standing over. He turned his attention back to Cova and tilted his head so that his thick, brown bangs fell over his eyes. "You didn't see anything...strange on the way up, did you? I could have sworn I'd heard a stranger's voice." he pondered aloud, feeling rather foolish for getting so worked up over a fellow pride member.

He reclined on sinewy haunches as his chest heaved a final time--releasing all the tension he'd had built up from worrying about a rogue. He knew he wasn't the toughest of lions, but he certainly had a great deal of courage. FC allowed the tip of his tail to tap gently on Iliana's shoulder, attempting to rouse her into, at least, a sitting position.

He smiled at the fact that she was always hiding and was thankful that he'd met her early on and gained her trust from the start. He knew she was not very good about letting others in, but that once she did, she'd be a friend for life. FC blinked, shaking his head softly to snap out of his thoughts.

He turned his attention back to Cova who was practically drenched. He scrunched his nose up a little and smiled apologetically, "Sooo...can we be of assistance?" he chuckled sheepishly.