Dragoncrest Cliffs hell, heal

@Melchior! Sorry for this crap start.

Arlo spent the next few days lying low on the radar, exploring the forest and making himself as useful as he can. He’d managed to clean himself free of dirt and blood and given his body a good night or two of rest and within no time, he started to feel back to normal. A few more days and a few more meals and he’s certain he’ll fill out to his healthy status once more and his training and work can resume as they had in Trigeda and perhaps he’ll even come across Tanja soon, should the man still want to be his mentor.

He knows of the cavern near the back of the lake and while he may have been a Seageda wolf before, he had not earned his place in Drageda and Thuringwethil knows little about him since he’d been a child. He does not press to try and work his way into the rendezvous site for the dragedakru but he lingers near in case he finds anyone to come across. He hovers near the lake, taking a drink when he’s close enough, before backing up and wandering aimlessly around the clearing to the left until something crosses his path.