Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

The morning carries with it a slight chill but it largely goes unnoticed by the tundrian. Winter is definitely on it’s way — something that he feels deep in the marrow of his bones. He’s never experienced autumn before but he finds that thus far: he enjoys it. He enjoys the cooler temperatures, the colors: deep crimsons, burnt oranges, golds and ruddy browns, the smells and is briefly distracted from his self given mission as he marvels over what autumn has thus far offered the Teekons.

Drogon seeks out @Hydra and as he focuses and follows the trail that he thinks belongs to her. He does not forget about the other two and can only hope that he pursues the right sister’s scent trail. It would be nothing short of embarrassing to address the wrong sister, especially considering there were three of them and they all looked identical: even down to the little notch in their ears …and without knowing their personalities gives him little to go off. He knows Hydra is Beta and he knows she is Master Warrior and it gives him enough to be clever and deduce where she he thinks he will best find her; and while serving his selfish needs it almost makes him useful because he can patrol and search for Hydra at the same time without compromising the other.