Moonspear and the dogs again, again —

for mar & her @Vela! i know you said you'd start it but i had the muse so i went ahead and started it for us. i hope that's ok! :-)

There is a distinct feeling of relief within the sakaali as he trudges over Moonspear’s borders and officially brings to end his unofficial and impromptu scouting trip. It proved unexpectedly fruitful considering he’d held no actual expectations on what he would or would not find when he first set out. Regardless of how much Drogon cannot stand staying still in one place for too long he is glad to be back, to be welcomed by the towering spire that he has come to think of — rather significantly to a vagabond who had no actual home since he’d been a wee child — as home.

It is early morning yet, the rising sun painting the colors in a myriad of pastels that meld into the velveteen swirls of darkness of night. Dawn brings with it the promise of a new day though the sun has yet to peek up over the horizon. Too early to share his finds with the leadership then, he thinks; but as Drogon has spent most of the night slumbering lightly in what shelter he could find in Ouroboros Spine he finds that he’s not overly tired. He has journeyed to the coast and back, staying within a general radius of Great Bear Valley and yet he is still restless. It makes sense, he supposes, his journey has left him with festering vigor ( as all spars and trips tend to do ) and he has interesting encounters to share and renewed energy to burn off.

He decides that a jaunt on the borders might help to burn off some of the excess energy that did not entirely burn off on the short trek between the Spine and Moonspear and sets out on his spontaneous patrol, pausing at different points along the border to lift his leg and contribute to it’s scent markings.