Dragoncrest Cliffs free at last, free at last

It was still freeze-your-ass-off cold, but the weather was improving. The slight increase in temperature wasn't quite as much as Bobby might have liked, but it was enough to give him hope for the seasons to come. There would be bountiful prey, beautiful landscapes, and more warm, summer naps than Bobby knew what to do with. Springtime was nearly here, and this young hunter just could not wait.

For the time being, there was still work to be done; hunts to be had, borders to be marked, all of that good stuff. The former interested him much more than the latter, so Bobby was quick to get to work finding a scent trail.