Emberwood daughter of stone

The man puts a generous offer between them: that if he’s ever in need of a hunting partner to come find him. For a moment, Drogon can’t help but question why this man feels compelled to offer that especially when he’s got kids to worry over ( Drogon doesn’t realize he speaks to the pack’s Alpha which would have only perplexed the tundrian more ) but he accepts it with a sage nod of his head, not quite sure what to say and grateful when the man speaks, evidently partially to himself, about Lavender’s mother. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to her.” Drogon speaks up, unsure why other than he wants to offer some sort of reassurance that Lavender had been safe in his presence. It was the first unselfish thing he’s done …possibly ever and surprisingly, he doesn’t inform the man for sake of praise or validation but simply to inform.

There is a sudden and surprising sinking in Drogon’s chest when her father announces that they needed to get back. Drogon’s glacial eyes flicker to Lavender as she picks up her quartz and he swallows thickly in …disappointment? Sorrow? It’s the first time he can remember feeling anything at parting with another wolf since the incident. The tundrian wasn’t so sure he liked it …feeling things. It sits like a heavy stone in his throat and he wants it to be gone. “Right,” Drogon rasps, as the man offers him directions to find them if he should feel so inclined. “Maybe I’ll stop by sometime.” He says and looks down at the merle girl as she approaches him. “See you later, kid.” Drogon leaves the girl with a wink and offers her father a dip of his head as he turns and heads in a different direction unable to help but wonder how and why she’d managed to worm her way beneath his armor and what he has to do to find that chink and repair it to avoid it happening again.