Adventures of a Red, Rowdy, and Ridiculous Beast

Previously

…He slowly, carefully, lowered Inferno to the ground, placing it gently beside him. Then, he sat down, his large, furry form folding with a surprising lack of drama. He didn’t speak. He didn’t roar. He just sat, and he watched, and he waited. The silence, for the first time since he’d woken up, felt less like an enemy and more like an invitation. An invitation to a new kind of music, perhaps. A music he hadn’t even known existed.