Kovu perches on the top of pride rock; Complacent, but on wide alert. He was always alert before, his time in the outlands had a huge affect on his demeanor, which is why he carries himself so darkly sometimes, with his survival instincts to protect and kill. This has subdued. Somewhat.

He scanned the horizon. It was a beautiful morning. Hot if nothing else. He could hear the chatter behind him, of Simba and the other lionesses inside. Along with his Kiara. After a quick glance back and slight deliberation on whether to join them he turned to his watch again.