Deepwood Weald you will never be satisfied

Drogon’d been tracking a elk herd that had led him and then lost him in the Weald. Knowing that the herd had been heading towards the Coast gives Drogon some idea of where they might end up: after all there is little on the coast for them lest they could live off of sand and seawater. He had no actual interest in earning the hunter trade — he’s content with putting his energy and focus towards warrior and tactician — but hunting is almost like fighting and requires it’s own sets of finesse and tactics. Winter would be upon them soon, he can deduce from the changing colors of the leaves, the chill in the air that promises of something colder still. Drogon looks forward to winter: both because it will be his first winter and a new experience for him but also because he is tundrian and he is undeniably built for winter just as throughly as he is built for war. His thick fur coat and bulk of hardened muscles will no doubt work very well in his favor come the coldest and harshest months of the year. It helps that he’s joined now with Moonspear and has been able to gain back the weight that being a lone wolf had kept off of him. While he hadn’t been malnourished he can feel a difference already though it’s been but a week at most. There isn’t a shortage of food, after all, and that helps.

Glacial gaze calculates a path through the fern covered wood that looks like blood spilled upon the emerald green of the other ferns. The light that filters through the tangled, spindly limbs of the towering trees of the Weald is almost like fog. Almost but not quite. It’s a dark place, this Weald and in some aspect reminds him of another dark wood he is familiar with. His pace is slow as he comes across a fresh scent trail though this is disappointingly not the herd he’d lost it’s, instead, of another wolf. He pursues it, if only because it might be possible that the woman has seen his herd; and as Drogon comes upon her his steps slow and cease all together, letting out a low chuff to formally announce his presence to her in the hopes of avoiding ( accidentally ) startling her.