FC's ears swiveled back on his head as the lioness stirred behind him under Cova's command. He craned his neck to view their silhouetted forms as they began to pad out, not one looking very thrilled. FC watched them pass, gulping a little as they did--he felt a little like dead weight knowing that they were all going out to help the effort and he was standing rooted to the spot.

After all the lioness had passed him, he turned his attention back on Cova, who had just finished blowing a few droplets from the bridge of her nose. He smirked softly to himself, but said nothing--waiting for a little instruction of what he and Iliana should be doing.

FC heard his directions and stood, shaking the cold from his fur. "I appreciate the very generous assignment," he smiled, "but I'm afraid neither of us can just sit around while everyone's at work." He looked over at Iliana with a kind hearted smile, moving so that his damp, black nose touched her shoulderblade in a loving way.

"Besides, this is our Pride--and it's suffering," he continued in a reasoning voice, "to be honest, this Pride needs all the help it can get. So what's the assignment, Cova?" he smirked. "I'll be grateful with any task you give so long as we're put on the same mission...if you can't find anything that recquires two we can be split up, but if there's any way to remain a pair, I'd like that very much..." he added. It was her decision what to do with them, and although resting up even more sounded nice, he knew that it was irresponsible.

FC's ears perked again when he heard dialogue exchanged not too far away--he thought he'd heard some sarcastic comment yelled up to him about a half blind lioness, but he couldn't be sure. "Cova," he interrupted before she would be able to speak, "you hear that?" He asked, taking a step foreword. He glanced back at Iliana, "Did you?" he asked her, not moving another inch until she was at his side.