Bearclaw Valley he is the bane of mortals

yep! it's one of my favorite songs on drogon's playlist. :D

Drogon is not made to wait for very long. Shortly after his howl recedes into from an echo back into the previous silence that he had very briefly unsettled the sound of approach can be picked up. From the path that appears to be the only entrance into the valley within the impregnable fortress an ivory shape appears. Drogon’s muzzle lifts ever so slightly, accompanied by a flare of his black leathery nostrils as he drinks in the other’s scent. It is the most prominent scent that lingers upon what Drogon presumes is the borders though the valley itself appears to have it’s own borders that are physical walls and do a much better job of keeping out trespassers and unwanted visitors than piss markings …but the unbespoken rules of territory claiming passed on instinctually from generation to generation require that scent markings are ( often times anyway ) strong enough to do the job. Not all wolves adhere to such things and Drogon thinks the physical walls would no doubt assist in that.

Drogon’s ears cup forth, attentive, as the older male speaks to him. The sakaali draws in a breath. “I am Drogon Ansbjørn,” It is the first time that the tundrian has spoken his mother’s surname — the surname he took to honor her — aloud and tied it exclusively with his own name. Roarke, Kahlil …they are the names of a ghost. It feels significant to speak it out loud for the first time, to officially put his claim upon his heritage. His birthright; the legacy of the nightingale queen. “Just a informal scouting trip,” The sakaali makes to assure the Valley’s sovereign. While his trip thus far was informal, to fulfill his earn himself the scout trade and begin working towards ranger ( or perhaps ambassador ) Drogon does not turn a blind eye to the potential benefits of this conversation. Bearclaw Valley is far enough away from Moonspear that they pose no sort of threat: no competition for food or other resources and this, in Drogon’s mind, is a boon. There needs not be any animosity. “when I smelled your claim upon this valley I had hoped there might be something beneficial to be shared in conversation.” At the very least Drogon will be able to tell his leaders and by proxy the other wolves of Moonspear of the claim so that they give the Valley the wide berth expected when traveling near claimed lands.