Fox's Glade butcher of men

wrap this up with your post, maybe?

Drogon is impressed that she can be so confident that her brother starting up a pack nearby would not cause strife for her and wonders if everyone could say the same of their siblings. A soft snort of partial amusement and partial agreement leaves Drogon’s lips as she admits that she’d never been fond of it. There was nothing to be fond of and the actions that, if Drogon had to guess, were born of the belief that they are untouchable, that they could avoid consequences and that they’d never be caught was about to bring about their obliteration …because that was what would happen to them. They would be nothing but a stain in the Wild’s memory …a stain on his memory. “Yeah, he’s alright but only because of swift intervention of The Cerberus.” Drogon has long since begun to speak of Hydra and her sisters as if they were legends: mythos come to life. He does not expect the woman to know of whom he speaks and that’s ok. It only adds to the enigma of the trio …and enigma that Drogon enjoys encouraging ( likely Lotte’s influence ).

“I probably shouldn't linger,” Drogon speaks upon a deep inhale and sigh as he prepares himself to keep pushing on. His window of time is a small one as he does not anticipate being gone from Moonspear for too long. “Thank you for sharing your knowledge of the Valley with me.” The sakaali offers her a smile and an amiable wag of his tail. “I’m Drogon. Drogon Ansbjørn.” He offers to her in an introduction after it occurs to him that they’ve had yet to share their names with one another.