Altar of Twilight making meat enough to glut the crows

paging the cerberus! @Hydra, @Lyra @Ayla i'm not honestly sure where this fits in the timeline but it's meant to take place directly after this thread. :o please let @Nemesis reply first! :-)

Nemesis had gestured for him to lead the way and so Drogon does. He is not overly comfortable with his back being to the woman — on occasion there was a crawl of his skin, a indignant puff of his chest and hackles as if he is trying to fluff the thicker, wispier fur of his mane to protect him from a chill but it is not terribly cold this day. His muscles are taunt and he moves with purpose, a edge of savagery to his steps that is meant to warn that he will attack at any given moment that he feels threatened. He doesn’t trust her and he isn’t sure that bringing her to The Cerberus is a good idea but the sisters three would not be alone should this meeting go south. The mask he wears, the one he will come to christian as selkäjakaja is ruthless as the name suggests. All it would take was one wrong step, one wrong word from her. Drogon doesn’t trust her but the information she has, even the information she has already provided him with could be useful in the plight against Blackfeather Woods. The aspiring tactician can see this …and in truth it is the only reason he does this: because he sees the benefit it could present to them.

As they approach the Altar of Twilight’s heart Drogon’s steps slow and he turns around to face Nemesis, his glacial gaze steady and unwavering upon her. “Here we will convene with The Cerberus,” Drogon speaks, his breath spilling from betwixt this lips in a plume of white steam. “They are the judge and the jury. They will decide if you go any further than this point.” Drogon informs her before he sends up a howl for the triplets.