Dragoncrest Cliffs into the spectrelight

For the last month, he had adhered strict to his best routine--most effective, most ground covered on patrol, extra hunts, so on. Thankfully this year he had a better grasp on it all, even with nursing his own aches from the bear's might (another stark reminder that he could not bounce back as swiftly as before) through everything.

Now, though? All had gone.. well so far. He was keeping up all he could, content and fulfilled, all while squeezing in all the chances he could to be with his family. The puppies were growing by the day, and he was eager to watch them progress, hopefully into the future of Drageda along with the other litter just ahead of his own. 

So when today's foggy morning patrols-turned-hunts went swiftly into his favor, he could return to their side even before the afternoon spanned on. On a truer lightness to his step he had oftentimes lacked lately (citing bear and overexertion, probably), he carried with him two thick rabbits hung slack in his teeth and when the den appeared in his line of sight, he eased up and called out to whoever was home as he closed in on the dark depth--expecting either @Portia or @Dalia, and of course, the trio of little fuzzies @Dacio @Sequoia and Opalia to answer him soon enough and his still-warm chance at a meal for any willing takers.