Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

slight pp! let me know if you'd like me to change it. :-)

Drogon hears the approaching footfalls, leisurely and hurried as he laps at the puddle water, his ears pivoting atop his skull to determine the direction of the pack-mate that approaches. Given that the steps are unhurried and presumably without actual purpose he does not worry much about it. They’ll stop, the tundrian thinks. He’s wrong. He miscalculates that the wolf is paying attention and is startled from his drink as she crashes into him. His mass absorbs the contact and aside from a slight sway of recoil and scuffle of his paws on the earthen floor due to momentary loss of balance he acts like a brick wall. She’s slight and smaller than him, he notices as he glimpses at her from the corner of his eye, biting back his instinctive reaction to snarl and snap his teeth at her. It takes a tremendous amount of effort to stave off that feral, primal instinct but by some small miracle Drogon manages keeps himself under control. He lets out a low grunt of discomfort because the collision itself did hurt and the area smarts for a few moments longer before it gradually fades. “Are you ok?” He asks her, because he was, really, truly working on being not only a productive but good pack-mate; and ensuring that she was alright seemed like good guy thing to ask. It has occurred to Drogon that it was one thing to act a certain way outside of pack lands, and when he was a child but …he was six months of age now and nearing adulthood rapidly. It was about high time he started acting like one ( especially as that was how he wished to be treated ).