Neverwinter Forest the past that changed you

*sneaks this in here*

After a quick visit to the coast — though it is beyond him why he went there because Drogon will likely always harbor an intense dislike of sand — the sakaali makes his return trip back to Moonspear. He had never intended for the small, informal scouting trip to take very long and despite that it’s lack of length and informality Drogon would not be returning without tidbits of news to share with his leaders that might prove to be useful. He is anxious to return home, though, to hear if there is any progression towards the impending threat of war against the Blackfeather wolves. The lack of action was why he had decided it was safe enough to take the trip in the first place: he had not feared he would miss his opportunity to do his part in the war.

Drogon takes a shortcut through Neverwinter Forest with the intent of skirting around Ouroboros Spine which was just a short venture from there to Moonspear’s borders. Drogon pauses, ears pivoting atop his skull as hears a expel of breath from somewhere relatively close to his position. Not close enough to see but close enough that he heard it and thought that it could not simply be the sigh of the wind through the trees. His steps cease and he hesitates, torn between sating his immediate curiosity and simply continuing on home. In the end, the Ansbjørn decides to pursue neither but let out a chuff to announce his presence so that he did not startle whomever lingered in nearby vicinities should their paths cross.