Dragoncrest Cliffs break stuff

His eyes snap open at the sound of the young girl's voice, and the familiarity of it somehow comforts him. His tail thumps the cold earth, wet nose twitching as he lifts his head up. Her appearance reminds him, somewhat glumly, of those days before the search party set out, when he was cheerful and ambitious, when things were going well for him. Nevertheless, he offers a weak smile.

Hei, Blixen, he returns. Oh, thanks. he is surprised to hear that the tawny she-wolf tended the garden in his absence. There must have been many other things she had to, or wanted to do, yet she had taken the time to take care of the soil.

He grits his teeth, but nods. Yeah, er - I'm okay. Just tired. It's a lie, of course, but he doesn't want to trouble her with his emotions, nor could he explain them even if he wanted to. She must know by now that his return was premature, since he had come back to Drageda without her mother.

The garden looks great, He sits up on his haunches and looks over the plot, quite barren, as it should be this time of year (save for the perennials that were left to brave the winter.)