Firefly Glen crashing out into the noise

Following Drogon’s chuff hangs a prolonged moment of observant silence from both parties. As Drogon assesses the older male he assumes that the other does the same to him. There was a notable hunger to the other male’s stare and though Drogon, the master of masks, does not outwardly project it he cannot help but feel slightly perturbed by it. He does not feel threatened only unsettled. Was this man eyeing him with the hunger in which Drogon relates to staring at a juicy venison thigh or was it another hunger? A different hunger? What possibly perturbs him more is not being able to decipher the answer. He grows skilled at interpreting his own guises but others? Interpreting others is still a work in progress. There is a minuscule shift in Drogon’s weight and a flicker of an umbra garbed ear to accompany the slow flare of his nostrils as he analyzes the stranger’s scent again.

The Ansbjørn does not immediately view him as a threat to the pack but the dawning of adulthood has taught Drogon not to so callously disregard nor underestimate others. A single determined wolf could do a lot of damage. It is the ones with nothing to lose, that so easily disregard their own life and embrace death as a lover that are the most dangerous, he has learned. This is a lesson he tries to teach Vela when he warns her of her conceit on the battle-field. The orphaned street brawler has learned a lot from his tribulations.

“What brings you to the Glen, stranger?” Drogon inquires, breaking the silence that has thus hung in the air between them. It could have been many things, Drogon knows: food, shelter, rest or something else entirely. In the end, though, what Drogon really means is 'what brings you so close to Moonspear'. The stranger's proximity is not near enough to trigger Drogon’s territoriality but as Firefly Glen neighbors Moonspear the warrior feels he has the warrant to inquire, if nothing else.