Moonspear but when it comes you close your window

Drogon’s ears swivel and cup forth, attentive atop his skull as the older male introduces himself as Terance. “Drogon.” The tundrian introduces himself in his deep, smoky resonance. There is a moment of silence between them that almost feels awkward and the leijona shifts his weight almost wishing that he’d never have interrupted Terance’s …well whatever it was he’d been doing staring so intently at the sky. Despite this, Drogon was attentive once more as Terance puts forth an explanation — he’s stargazing — and an offer for the Ansbjørn lion to join him. Drogon’s tail gives a contemplative brush against his hocks and his glacial gaze rises from his compatriot to the sky for a moment before it flickers back down to rest upon Terance. Stargazing isn’t Drogon’s thing ( in fact it strikes him as quite boring ) but he deduces that it would seem quite rude to refuse, especially since this man is a packmate and getting to know them better is all apart of the package deal of calling himself a Moonspearian, surely. “What are constellations?” Drogon eventually asks, not sure he’s ever heard the word before ( and if he has, he clearly doesn't remember ). He doesn’t mean to sound ignorant — and hates admitting that he doesn’t know things — but it seemed necessary considering Terance was going to find out anyway. Drogon's age was showing and swallowing that bitter pill of pride was a lot harder than he had initially thought it might be.