Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm not good at this stuff but i'm trying

He had thrown himself headfirst and headlong into all of the routines he knew best to help keep up the defenses here at home. There did still linger a certain sort of funk on his mood after the war plus subsequent recovery, Sirio's nonsense, and then the attack on his wife and daughter beyond their claim, but all of those were settling well into the past by now. Nothing had insofar resurfaced, either, and really, routine wasn't so hard to come by most days. Their strange neighbors were their worst concern and compared to all the rest miles away that they had dredged through all winter, this seemed so.. manageable. Or maybe it was just the horizon of his old groove starting to come back in earnest. He hoped.

On the tail-end of borderland path that would mark the end of this patrol, he lifted his head to find sight of Robin ahead as he went zeroing in on the freshly-minted yearling with long strides. So far, he had been the most interesting thing he had come upon, and the wocha greeted him with a low chuff. Realizing just as he did, and after a better look at him, that the hompleia may be on a trail, he kept quiet from then out on but swayed his tail gently with a questioning look in his eyes to gauge what his business out here may be exactly.