After the sounds of some fussing from the other side of the shrubs... Felih makes his way back towards Zidane's current seat near Hades' discarded clothes.

"Sorry about that," he says, trying to put on a pleasant face after the small bout of yowling at his mate. "I... he's so stubborn, I swear," he says, before heaving a deep sigh. "Those are his clothes, yes? I can at least try to warm them for when he decides to come back up..."

With that, he settles down near Zidane, tail still lashing anxiously. "How do you know my mate, anyhow?"