Dragoncrest Cliffs Just One Hit.

He was better, but certainly not his best. The limp he'd had prior was much worse now, and moving after sitting still for any period resulted in a chorus of cracking bones. His face carried a new scar, though it did little to stand out among the others. 

His ears flicked back from the fish carcass in front of him when a familiar call rung out. He pushed himself up and headed her way. He held nothing against her for leaving like she did, but would've preferred a proper good bye. 

The walk was short, but exhausting. Being stuck in the den for the amount of time he had been, he'd grown dull. And also grown rounder. Sapphique had been good to him in keeping him well-fed, and after his tongue healed, eating had become a pass-time more than a necessity. 

His tail flagged weakly when he saw her. He approached, now standing a few feet in front. She looked different in some way. Older, maybe. He said nothing, but raised an eyebrow expectantly.