Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

The call was enough to get Bobby moving, albeit groggily and with little grace. Maybe if it had been someone else, he would've ignored it and kept his rhythmic snores, but because it was his mother, he wanted to make sure that everything was okay. 

It seemed that he was the first of the three to arrive. Bobby drew in to greet Wildfire with a nudge to the shoulder and a low chirp. Hey, mom, he said, plopping down beside her, What's up?