Bearclaw Valley he is the bane of mortals

paging @Xan! :D

As the seasons change so too does Drogon’s considerations for his secondary trade. His eye remains ever vigilant upon the prize of becoming a master warrior but he understands the value of holding more than one trade, of honing more than one set of skills. He slips from Moonspear’s borders with ease giving the day to scouting tendencies. While Drogon does not necessarily know he could be considered diplomatic he has, technically, represented Moonspear on more than one occasion ( Nemesis and Ganondorf both come to mind ) and plays with the idea of aiming for ambassador. Yet, his intimate knowledge with the Wilds, secret passages and shortcuts learned during his time as a loner made him a fairly decent candidate for ranger, too. There is no demand for a decision immediate or otherwise and so for the moment Drogon tucks it to the back of his mind to contemplate at another time.

The snow crunches beneath his heavy footfalls, weight added by his time spent in Moonspear and good eating, and the thick and heavy winter coat that cloaks his body and the wintery light, frosted blue-grey mane he bears like plush armor. It will do little against the slice of teeth and claws but Drogon does not need it to: it’s sole purpose is to keep him warm and it does that job with no complaints from him. His pace slows, a well worn scent upon the earth as he nears a path that narrows into the valley in the distance lined with massive boulders, rocks and coniferous trees. Not quite enough to be a pack yet but the territory is definitely occupied. The soturi hesitates, toeing the line between pushing and throwing caution to the wind to sate his own curiosity and perhaps earn a little tidbit of information to relay back to Hydra and her parents or play it safe and act as if the territory is, indeed, claimed. The rebel without a cause part of him errs to throwing caution to the wind but with age has come relative ( selective? ) wisdom for the Ansbjørn.

In the end, he does not proceed further, instead favoring the diplomatic approach by tilting his head back and letting out a call for anyone in the valley’s vicinity.