Altar of Twilight show the world that you would eat it whole

Drogon continues to lap at the puddle even as his ears pivot and perk atop his skull, swiveling to determine the direction of the sound of approaching footfalls upon the earth. They grow louder with each step but the tundrian remains unworried. This is neutral territory, after all and he is a more than fair distance from the claimed spire in the distance. He gives it a wide berth purposefully with no intention of breaching said wide berth. It is only when the dark duo materializes into his peripheral vision does the soturi lift his head and allow his glacial gaze to touch upon them as his salmon pink tongue darts out to swipe the lingering droplets of puddle water from his chin. Even from the distance between them Drogon can tell the two are identical — startlingly so!. He can smell them, smell that they are from the pack whose territory he gives wide berth ( despite that trekking around it with the same wide berth he gives it now will prove to be inconvenient as it will cause a bit of backtracking to see him to the coast ) and wonders if they are wolves that are overly territorial, if they will chase him from neutral territory simply because it borders their home; and wonders still if they do if he would resist. It is neutral territory and well outside their claim, after all…but fighting them would burn up energy that he needs to hunt and could possibly cause injuries that could turn grievous very quickly. Not to mention he has yet to eat for the morning and he did not sleep much during the night, preferring to travel when he can best blend in with the shadows and when it’s at it’s coolest. It is bad enough that he’s had his fair share of spars ( reckless really as his “healing” knowledge is mental and extremely primal )…though to call them spars feels like an insult to the art of war.

Throwing the fight to let him win, or not taking it as seriously as Drogon was just because he’s a kid ( oh, how he hates being a kid ) is insulting and poor of those he would look to as mentors. He wants a teacher. A teacher who will not hold back, who will shove him face first into the dirt to remind him that he still yet has much to learn ( he could use the reality check, his ego’s gotten a bit out of hand lately ). There is a snap back to the present, out of his thoughts as he considers that if they truly were so territorial that they’d have given chase already. He doubts they’d have even paused to assess him if that were the case. Drogon’s never been much of a conversationalist and so lets out a low chuff to announce that he acknowledges their presence because he does not know what to say. He figures as they have stumbled upon him first he would pass the torch of first words to one of them.