Moonspear on the move

i have no idea what the heck this post is but i wanted to have drogon/roar participate.

as charon's howl rose into the air — an invitation — talvella finds himself altering his course along the borders so that he veers inland, towards where the freckled alpha's summons had risen. the ansbjørn is surprised at himself. his little adventure had been good to clear his head, though he still traversed the uneasy and unknown path of self discovery. his dream of lotte had been eye opening to a lot of things and there was still a war going on within him certainly. a war of who he was and what he wanted. was he drogon — an unnecessary alias used when he ran away from his mistakes? or was his mother's roarke ...the lion? he was always her wintersbane no matter what name he called himself. the conflict ceased to quell within him but he turns his thoughts from his internal war with himself and his self caused boredom with his life ( as a beast who thrived on conflict and adventures he'd let himself become dull and predictable as he settled down and he resented himself for it ).

his pace slows as he nears the birthing den where charon and amekaze had gathered their newest brood. the epsilon had avoided them ( and thus sort of avoided vela as she spent time with her youngest siblings ) because he knew that family was important to charon and he wasn't their family. he was just another outsider encroaching on their family dominated pack.

he keeps his posture a mixture of respectful and submissive as he nears — genuinely surprised to find that he was the first to arrive —, stopping a few feet away to give the family space. his glacial gaze sweeps over the four youngest additions of moonspear with curiosity and an uncertainty of what to make of them. he'd never been around children ...at least not as an adult and he realizes with a startling epiphany that he was, indeed, an adult.