Dragoncrest Cliffs little homewrecker

Arlo did not spend a lot of time in the cavern when he didn’t have to. He was often on his feet within the redwood, checking where he is needed the most. After he’d done a round of the borders, put something in the cache, he decided to head back to see who he could find to keep him company for a while. Rounding the lake, he notes it’s no longer overloaded than before, he felt a smirk cross his muzzle.
 
With the thought in mind, he drops down into the cavern where the cool air washes over him. The heat of the day had gotten to him and, with a heavy plop and his tongue panting heavily, hits the ground nearby one of the puppies. Lazily, he looks in her direction and thumps his tail a few times on the ground before he chuffs and inches forward with an army crawl.