Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

Drogon does not confirm that he will pull his weight: he’s never been a believer of words. It’s the action that stands behind the words that he is interested in. Words are too hollow, it’s too easy to lie with words. To say one thing from betwixt teeth but mean something entirely different. Thus, he will prove to her and Moonspear that he will pull his weight by doing his share: of patrolling, of hunting. Of whatever they wanted or needed of him. He wanted to prove himself. He wanted to impress. He wanted …he wanted to better himself and not just physically ( because he knows he’s rude and unruly ). To be challenged. He does not answer her next question right away: he contemplates it. It’s been a long time since he’s slept with wolves nearby and the answer was: no. He slept fitfully, hyperaware of the other wolves in the pack territory. Though he’d found a spacious enough den he claimed for himself he’d felt claustrophobic in it’s depths: trapped. As a lone wolf: these were all things he had to be hyperaware of, had to consider. If he didn’t: if he didn’t conceal himself but give himself an exit, if he was ignorant to the sounds around him it could mean a surprise attack or worse yet, his death. “Not really,” Drogon admits. It would be several days yet until he could fully sleep “peacefully”. “I’ve been alone for some time…my den feels like a death trap and knowing there are others in the territory subconsciously makes me weary despite that I know we are packmates.” It will pass, Drogon is confident, once he has assimilated himself to pack life. Despite these truths: things he feels compelled to admit to her though he doesn’t understand why ( opening up about it makes him vulnerable, he believes ) he keeps pushing on. He is tundrian and he will endure.