Moonspear Always With The Stars

Drogon is about to bunk down for the night, searching for the mouth of his favorite shelter. It’s a crepuscular cave that would fit several wolves comfortably if Drogon were the kind of man that shared his den ( he’s not ). It took many months to grow accustomed to the den, even despite his modest decorations of worried bones riddled with teeth marks, and a deer hide and a few antlers there are still times when it makes him feel uncomfortable and claustrophobic. He had, for quite some time, lived by the law that dens were death traps: backing yourself into a corner. There are some nights where he chooses to sleep outside it still, unable to entirely shake off his creepy anxieties about them. Tonight, he looks forward to returning to it. He tucked away a nice cut of meat for dinner and took a few new bones.

It’s on his path back to his den that he heard the voice. He tilts his head up and backs away from the towering spear so he might look upon her. He recognizes her as one of Hydra’s sisters but as he’s only seen her in passing her name escapes him. “Who’re you talking to?” He asks her curiously.