Emberwood daughter of stone

Grayday was too busy scanning their surroundings and keeping an eye on Lavender to keep careful track of Drogon's expressions, but he shot a relieved glance in the boy's direction as he mentioned that he did not always travel alone. By wintertime, the boy would be plenty old enough to fend for himself, so Grayday didn't worry too badly for him. It just seemed... cruel. He'd seen so many children lost, displaced, and orphaned in his time here.

"Well, if you need a hunting partner, you can always look me up," said the leader, moving to follow after Lavender as she continued on her quest. "I can't believe her mother just left her here," he muttered, half to Drogon and half to himself. "Look at her - a hawk could still cart her off for dinner. What was that woman thinking?"

He'd never understand that woman. Sometimes, he felt that he was done trying.

"We need to get back to the pack," he said with a sigh. "Who knows what the other kids are getting up to without me." He leveled Drogon with a tired but friendly look. "We're heading west, if you ever want to come see us. On a plateau on the edge of the flatlands, just north of some hotsprings. I'm sure Lav would be glad to have you around."

He summoned Lavender to him with a sharp woof. "Say goodbye to your friend, 'Rushi. We gotta get back to the others."

Feel free to PP Lav saying goodbye!