Ravensblood Forest Looking for a fight?

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A name was given to him, because it’s the only thing — as far as Drogon can tell anyway — left between them that they had yet to touch base on. Howl. “Drogon.” The tundrian offers after a few beats of silence, his tail twitching behind him as he paces slightly. The brief spar was enough to work up he desire but there is a lot of pent up energy writhing in him that he figures he might spend on hunting. “Word of advice,” The lion draws, his deep, gravelly voice as he moves to the edge of the small clearing, his skin itching to hunt. “Avoid territories that are in the process of being claimed while looking for recruits.” Constantine’s scent was all over the place, after all. Not that the tundrian was sure the man was trying to recruit him but it was the business he was here on and though it sounds a bit condescending coming from the youth Drogon feels the need to point it out just in case. It went without saying, in the Ansbjørn’s mind but in case Howl thought about lingering around Ravensblood the soturi felt compelled to pass along the warning nevertheless.

He casts Howl a glance over a broad shoulder. “Maybe I’ll see you around.” Maybe I’ll come and visit, though in truth if he did go and visit Morningside it would be with the intent of seeing Lavender because the merle girl is the closest thing Drogon had to a friend currently which was pretty sad. He offers a devil-may-care smirk before he disappears into the tree-line zeroing in on the first scent trail he could find: wild goat and set to his purpose.