August 24, 2017, 04:00 AM
It appears to Drogon — by voice of her desire — that she has a similar thought to him only unlike him she does not mean the future. She means now. Drogon supposes she cannot be blamed for it — she is in the stage that focuses on the here and now; perhaps the future is too big of a concept for her to yet grasp. Or perhaps she is just impatient. She demands his help and dashes behind him — quick as a whip — and grabs his tail. His head snaps sharply to the side and he swallows back the snarl that threatens to tear for him throat. She’s just a little girl, he has to repeat the words himself like a mantra; for her puppy teeth are incredibly sharp and his honed instincts are to attack and not to differentiate between innocence and threat. “Ok, ok.” He surrenders and when she lets go of his tail he rises to his paws, glacial gaze scanning the terrain around them for any signs of that mother he knows is lurking nearby ( or perhaps not paying too much attention for there has been no appearance ). Drogon lets her lead the way, a thought occurring to him: though he had snuck out and paid the ultimate price for it ( well aside from death ) he’d been a little over three months when he’d been taken from his home and she had to be younger than that, yet. A month, give or take and he smelled no pack borders nearby. So what in the hell was she doing so far from her pack’s borders? “Where is your pack?” He asks her, hoping that she understood what he’s trying to ask. “Why are you so far away from them?” He inquires, yet ignorant to the fact that they are in the process of migrating to a new territory having missed the mingling scents of the others as he’d been too focused on his small cut and her.
He pauses to glimpse down at it, pauses just long enough to swipe his tongue over the wound once more before he catches up to her once more in a few strides. “Let’s not wander too far.” He warns her gruffly. Mostly because he does not want to become responsible for her and also because he does not wish to be caught with her and things get misconstrued into appearing like he was trying to kidnap her or something as The Stranger had done to him.
He pauses to glimpse down at it, pauses just long enough to swipe his tongue over the wound once more before he catches up to her once more in a few strides. “Let’s not wander too far.” He warns her gruffly. Mostly because he does not want to become responsible for her and also because he does not wish to be caught with her and things get misconstrued into appearing like he was trying to kidnap her or something as The Stranger had done to him.
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