Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

As he watched Hush carefully with his ears canted at the others, the situation did not escalate to the same chaotic tension as last time. Although he'd prepared for it, he knows to be relieved when it doesn't go south. There remains that worry of why last time couldn't be, but right now, it's so overshadowed that he can't help but feel glad that this seems to go well this time.

Wildfire's joy, when it finally physically skirted close enough to him, is suddenly so impossible to ignore that all sights and senses go right her way with a small jerk of his entire body while she pranced about. It's contagious, too, in several sorts of ways. He soon wanted to move his feet as well. His tail waved, although for him, the motion starts to whip with an anxious lash at times because it's no secret right where his basic thinking wants to be. He's truthfully not very hard to rile these days, either, and snorted softly, daring a quick glance to Thuringwethil when he can.