Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

hope you don't mind me & drogon :0

The pungent and metallic smell of blood is what draws the soturi out of his intense, single minded focus on his descent down into the quarry — never stopping to assess if he can find a path back up ( he assumes just because he can get down that it automatically means he can find a way back up ). As singular as his attention had been on his steps as he descended the treacherous trek into the quarry he is glad for it because he had seen him safely to the bottom, but another did not fare so well, he reminds himself as his black, leathery nostrils flare to drink in the scent. Ears twitch upon his skull and slick back as he prowls forward, following the scent as if it is a thread. Drogon catches the distinct scent of wolf mixed with something else …not a scent he particularly recognizes. Something like wolf but not wolf and his hackles bristle with unbridled and instinctual unease as his steps slow to a halt as he comes across the crystal pool the canine stands in, her eyes closed. She catches his eye immediately, her red pelt a jolt of startling color against the color palette nature had chosen for this place. He wonders for a moment if he should ask her if she is ok. But, does he really care? No, not really; as cruel as it is, he knows it to be true. So, instead, he lets out a low, deep, rasping chuff to announce his presence, waiting to see what she would do, taking the opportunity when her back is to him to study her.