Moonspear campaign mode

The Sakaali patrols the borders in the interest of routine and partially to see if Vela’d listened to him on the subject of not patrolling them alone. Habitually, he doubts it. Vela doesn’t strike him as the kind of girl to listen to anyone except daddy dearest. It still strikes him as a little strange and way too clingy but he likes her despite himself. Drogon considers doing some more impromptu reconnaissance as he nears the end of his patrol, figuring he’d slip out of Moonspear for a few hours to investigate some new paths or explore a previously unexplored ( by him, at any rate ) part of a nearby territory as a familiar wanderlust itch settles just beneath his skin. Persistent enough to bug him and to assure him it wasn’t going to go away until he sought adventure. It is a familiar feeling: felt in the height of anticipation when he desires a good, rough n’ tumble spar.

His attention is snapped back to his patrol as he subconsciously ceases moving to bow his head and snuffle at the fresh scent that marked it. He simply knows that it is one of The Cerberus though which one is impossible to discern. His immediate assumption is that it’s Hydra ( if only because she is the triplet he is most familiar with ) and follows after her still fresh scent trail wondering if he finally had the opportunity to get revenge for the time she waylaid him on the borders because he’d told her he wasn’t afraid to fight dirty when they’d last discussed his lessons.