Moonspear do not be afraid to destroy

“Evidently,” Drogon responds gruffly, though he understands that it might have been a rhetorical question. “When I was there, though, their numbers were very low.” Of course, there has been much time between when he was apart of Blackfeather Woods and the present and pack’s numbers ebb and flow with the seasons. “He’s arrogant and thinks he’s superior. At the end: that will be his downfall.” In truth though, Drogon himself can easily be considered arrogant and though he has a quick want to deny that he’s anything like the platinum and sand colored boy he cannot help but draw the similarities while they stare at him so blatantly in the face. Yet, admitting that in some respects the tundrian and the would-be murderer are similar also works to a measure of advantage. It gives Drogon the edge to recognize weakness …because it’s his own weakness. Confidence is not a bad thing because one cannot go around with the belief that they’re going to lose but arrogance is a different beast all together and there’s a very fine line that separates the two. It’s a start for the tactician but it’s not enough. It’s not enough to win them the victory. They need to know more and he’s willing to take the risk to get them that information, partially because it would be extremely satisfactory to Drogon and partially because he seeks to impress Hydra.

“I would be glad to do it.” He feels a bit redundant saying that, especially as he was the one to suggest it but he’s glad that she approves. Drogon’s ears twitch as she mentions that she is just content that he can be killed, and he contemplates that everything has a time to die and no one is above it: not the elderly, not the sick, not the healthy and not the young. Everything will turn to dust. “His time will come.” Perhaps it would not be soon but eventually; and if they were not the judges that he would have to face for his crimes then the dead certainly would be, of that Drogon is sure.