Moonspear and all the people in a dream wait for the machine

drogon had expected a fight, itched for one even as he regroups himself from the jarring smart left from collsion impact in his shoulder and was left feeling disappointed when the coywolf snarls, spits and runs off. adrenaline still burns through the ansbjørn's veins and when he is quite sure that iliksis would not be doubling back he lets out a small sound of pain. "damnit." he lets out in a vague hiss. should he pursue? follow him the other male all the way back to blackfeather woods? or should he remain and protect vela? "vela...," he breathes her name as if abruptly remembering that she was the reason he'd just bull charged the male trying to kidnap her in the first place. "vela?" he rasps out her name louder, turning away and towards the borders where he thinks she'd inevitably scrambled back to. he hadn't exactly been paying attention. he'd only known that iliksis had released her and that she had wasted no time scrambling out of their way.

he finds her easily, the metallic tang of her blood a bread crumb trail . that he follows with a slight limp. his shoulder will no doubt be sore for a few days — there was a discernible difference between using the move in a friendly spar and using it in an actual fight or situation where he'd been intending to hurt. a situation that drogon had very much been prepared to kill in. it forces drogon to come face to face with the realization that he has feelings for vela. it seems abrupt, but he'd like her from the moment he met her. his chemistry and her chemistry mixing to breathe to life those embers of ...something. the knowledge, as indisputable now as it is, that he would kill for her and not bat an eyelash was ...monumental to him.

"he injured you." drogon doesn't want to think of if he had time to do anything else to her before his arrival. he moves closer to inspect the wounds upon her scruff though he's no healer and knows that her sister lyra would be better suited for assessing how bad or not bad the injury was. "ruhtinatar," he croons as if she is a spooked and flighty creature that might bolt from him at any second. given what she'd just went through and drogon's lack of knowledge on how traumatic it was for her it wouldn't surprise him if she did. he hesitates and ends up leaving distance between them, assuming it is better to allow her to decide how comfortable she is with coming nearer.