Fox's Glade butcher of men

kfcemployee did such an amazing job with snow-idiot!drogon, haha! :D

Drogon’s always been very on-the-go, always testing and pushing his boundaries when he does find them. He’s still out there to find himself — always plagued with that piece of him that has been missing since he wandered too far from home and was snatched away. He needs to keep moving, evidenced by his attraction to the most physically demanding of the trades. “It is a change from my duties as warrior.” Which mostly have consisted of patrolling and sparring …and while he’s always down for a good spar he is finding that he does not mind the balance that scouting brings. Drogon’s ears twitch atop his skull as she speaks of how peaceful it is, and that — as of her knowledge — they are the only pack in the Valley. It certainly seems too good to be true, in Drogon’s opinion and he lets out a small hum of contemplation. “Peace only lasts for a short while in my experience. ...Do you think any packs might crop up in the future?” He asks her, sort of amazed that there are packs in the Wilds that are entirely disconnected from all the drama going on with Blackfeather Woods. Or if they had been victims of Blackfeather Woods’ deceit is it possible that they didn’t even know?

Drogon deliberates on giving her a warning about the impending war just to be fair. He shifts his weight and his tail sways against his hocks in contemplation before he ( finally ) makes up his mind. “From one scout to another: war is coming for the wolves of Blackfeather Woods,” He tells her solemnly. “You and yours seem fairly well removed but it never hurts to be cautious. One of theirs took a wolf captive and tried to kill one of Moonspear’s own. I doubt that things like distance would be enough to stop them.” Drogon informs her; but in fact he knows that no pack was safe from them or, specifically, from the one that caused all this trouble to begin with.