Some thought it odd, but Progress rather enjoyed the physical aspects of his work. He liked brushing the thestrals' wings to keep them healthy. He even liked mucking the stables and spreading fresh hay for new bedding. It was as he was just finishing up with this that he spotted a familiar hawk circling above. It had been some time since he'd last seen Tobias, though they'd spent plenty of time together many years back.

There were so many Fangworth's coming and going that he often lost track of who was doing what and where. Tobias had been off... somewhere, though where and how long it had been, he hadn't the slightest. As the man transformed back from his animal form, Progress leaned on the stall's open gate with a grin. "Is that why you like being a bird?" He chuckled, pulling some loose strands of hay from his hair and beard. The rest of the muck and dirt and who else knew what covering his clothes was a lost cause.