Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

He approached with quite an air of confidence now that he had found his calling, observing his leader for the first time without cowering behind his family. His fall had cast him adrift in the wind and a gust of it had flung him into the air. Cocky, one could say, though not without purpose. It was an act of sorts, something for him to play with besides his own shadow. How it suited everyone else was never one of his concerns. He takes a place beside her, dipping his muzzle for a drink before answering. Had he grown too comfortable with the world? Most definitely.

Are you feeling well today? He questioned, not knowing what she had meant with her own question(?). Heard your health had taken quite the stumble before. Though he knew no details, the illness of their leader had not gone unheard. He also didn't mean it in an offensive way; he simply wanted to pretend he cared instead of admitting to himself he liked playing with others more.