Moonspear take it back high

This hadn’t been on the tundrian’s agenda, admittedly. He’d not begun his day with the anticipation that he would be joining ( or attempting to, at least ) a pack — and certainly not the very pack whose borders he’d been mapping out a route that would involve backtracking to give a wide berth — but there is nothing in Drogon that tells him that this feels wrong. He’s a primal beast: and he trusts his instinct over all else. In fact, he has the inkling that he will get on well with Hydra and is already impressed by her. A master warrior! Despite that Drogon is not one to harbor hope when things remain uncertain he cannot help but look forward to what she can teach him.

The tundrian is quiet as she calls for her parents and mirrors her grin back at her. As she sends her sister off to find one she calls Alya it occurs to him that there might be three of them but he can’t focus upon it long enough to sate his curiosity and ask. Instead, he takes advantage of the opportunity now that she is closer and they are no longer traveling to really look at her. Her pelage is a dark umbra: like a starless night, her eyes are glacial blue ( not unlike his ) and her right ear bears a small notch in it. His gaze lingers there for a second, wondering where she’d gotten it or if it was chosen and bears significance to her. There is something about her that is captivating besides her becoming appearance; but he doesn’t try to solve it currently. In fact, he realizes he’s been staring and looks away in the hopes that she doesn’t notice him admiring her. He focuses his gaze and attention upon the claimed territory before them, particularly at the impressive spire that stretches towards the heavens.