Ravensblood Forest Looking for a fight?

we can try to keep it going for a bit longer, if you'd like; or we can wrap it up. i don't mind either way. :-)

Drogon pins Howl to the ground, taking the victory as his but unable to help but think that it all felt a little too easy. They’d only just gotten started, after all. The only thing the soturi could figure is that the ram of his shoulder into the older male’s rib cage had been more effective …or perhaps a harder hit than the tundrian had intended to use. Drogon’s still growing and is not yet fully aware of the and damage he can cause with his weight. Crowned the victor the tundrian gives the male his space, contemplating his words. He’s looking for recruits. It makes Drogon wonder if Lavender’s father ever found the merle girl’s mother. Or if she ever found anymore rocks; and then further to question why he even cares. “Well,” Dragon draws unsure what he was meant to say in regards to that — or if he needed to say anything at all. “Good luck with that.” It sounds satisfactory enough to Drogon, at least.