Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Drogon is a creature that gives into his whims, and fuels his impatience by seeking the gratification for it almost as immediately as he feels it creep into his chest. A habit that, surely, will need corrected. He’s spent a long time on his own and this shows. Two months isn’t so long but it’s long enough and to him it’s certainly felt like a lifetime in it’s own way. The sound of footfalls rushing towards him gives away that his suspicions were right: that the pinprick at the nape of his neck hadn’t been for nothing. A glimpse over a broad shoulder shows that it’s definitely one of The Cerberus and he can only hope that it’s Moonspear’s warrior princess. The nip at his hock causes a low rumble ( the non-threatening kind, of course ) to linger in his throat and a flush of heat to burn in his cheeks ( he’s never been so glad for fur ) as a shit eating grin splits his muzzle. Yet, ever the thespian he switches to serious business Drogon at her question as she joins him at his side. He hesitates for only a moment: wondering if he’s meant to slow down to give her the lead — providing she’s Hydra, of course — because the truth was Drogon was not sure what sort of protocol he was meant to adhere to in the Beta’s presence. “Well, I think.” Drogon responds with a soft chuckle; but as he’s never actually settled anywhere before and thus he has nothing to compare the act of settling into Moonspear with there is an edge of indecision upon his tone. Blackfeather Woods didn’t technically count and even then he’d never fully integrated himself, never actually settled before and everything, accordingly, feels new.