Fox's Glade butcher of men

Drogon’s ears flutter back at half mast for a second before they pivot forth, attentive once more as her question breaches the distance between them. “Yes,” Drogon responds with a affirmative nod of his head. He has not been gone from Moonspear anywhere near long enough that their scents would not linger and thus offers “it’s a small, informal scouting trip.” as explanation. He does not move with the purpose of a formal mission and it is because of this that he does not seek to be gone overly long. There was a potential war brewing on the horizon after all and Drogon wanted to be on the front lines when they finally took to the battle field.

The woman offers a tidbit of information to the sakaali — that she was a ranger. To Drogon, she sounds unsure of if she could consider herself a ranger still and it is by her uncertainty and use of the words ‘my pack’ Drogon is left to assume the conclusion by the pieces that are readily strung together that she is someone of great import to the pack to his east. Drogon can think of little else that would require such demands of responsibility than leadership — parenthood does not occur to him as an option though this is likely because he is still too young and thoughts towards children have not yet taken root in his mind or else he might have considered that an equal possibility. “I’m leaning towards the ranger specialty myself.” because it gives him license to travel, to learn about the going-on’s in the Wilds but also because he has something of a head start there. His time spent with fleeting guardians as a lone wolf has given him intimate knowledge of a few territories within these Wilds.