Greatwater Lake XXXIII

bobcat had followed.

most assuredly, he had not been supposed to. but mother and father had both went and after some — but not much — deliberation, he'd snuck out from under whatever watchful eye had been tasked with keeping an eye on him.

but bobcat was growing like a weed: no longer the small bearn he'd once been though still very much young. still the dragonling playing dragon.

he finds father: at first tracking the scent 'til the rain began to wash it away with the scent of wet soil. it was the cough that yanks the bobcat in the direction, golden gaze finding father. a small chuff is given before he slips into the shelter.