The Hydreigon was quietly sitting next to the Altaria, a bit worried since Richard had not returned home yet. They had been watching tv for quite a while now, and still there was no sign of Richard entering the front door.
It wasn’t long until Denvar turned over towards the door, then back at Marshall.
Seriously though where could he have gone? He was growing a little anxious, and pretty much every single noise was setting him off, leaving him to believe that someone was probably at the door.
Denvar grew a little more impatient, until shuffling in his spot in irritation.