Kothar's ears rose as he yawned, a deep Murr coming from his jaws. He sniffed at the air for a moment before getting up, tipping over the quil's bottle of ink. It spilled all over his paw, but he could care less. He smelled Cyrus's scent in the air like a rotting peice of meat. The fox had slept recently, but its scent trailed out of the cave. He growled, picking up the book with his ink covered paw and throwing it against the wall. He had not read the note, simply crumpled it up and ripped it appart. He looked at the collar as he picked it up, looking at the name "Cyrus" made him even sadder then he was before. The dragon checked the Library that Cyrus had stayed but he made no effort to clean it. Kothar turned to leave his cave, roaring like a torrent as he smashed into trees angrilly with his tail. "WHERE DID YOU GO CYRUS?!" He roared loudly into the distance before sitting down and remaining quiet. "W-Where... did you go?..." He cried.