Dragoncrest Cliffs It's the last song I'll ever write for you

Things had been quiet in Bobby's neck of the woods. It was both comforting and disheartening to see how well Drageda functioned without his constant presence, but sitting back and watching it happen was how he humbled himself. If anything ever happened, leaving him unable to serve his packmates the way that they served him, Bobby needed to know that it would be okay. That if he was to leave and never look back, everything would be okay. 

For at least a week, Bobby had kept to himself, only ever speaking when spoken to and trying to keep himself as hidden in the background as he could. Occasionally, he would seek out @Blixen or @Artaax and see what they'd gotten into, but the meetings had been short and to the point. Meddling too much in their lives would have messed up his experiment, after all. 

While Bobby might have liked for his period of seclusion to go on for a bit longer, it was time for him to welcome himself back into the world. Wildfire and Thur had only been distant thoughts for him, but they remained his top priority. The first thing that Bobby did upon waking was search out the former, finding it increasingly hard to settle until he knew that she could manage.

Up ahead, he could make out Wildfire's frantic steps back to the den. Bobby, not wanting to intrude while she was so clearly upset, waited until she settled in the doorway of the den to make his approach. He didn't say anything, but he stood a few feet away with his ears perked and tail wagging, waiting for her to accept or deny his visit.