Moonspear and all the people in a dream wait for the machine

drogon'd been heading to the borders to give vela her next lessons in their series of lessons, following her scent trail when he eventually comes across it, allowing it to lead him to her location, hoping that she'd heeded his words and hadn't started to patrol without him. with galaxy's death tensions are high — if they still were not heightened from vaati's attack on rannoch though drogon's not sure what's happening on the blackfeather wood's front — and he'd hoped that her sister's death would drive home the very real warning drogon had tried to instill upon vela ( as terrible as galaxy's death had been ). as he drew nearer there was another scent mingling with vela's own: distinct and recognizable, because drogon knew blackfeather wood's scent well and because he recognized the individual scent beneath it. iliksis. and just as the name and the briefest shudder of remembrance slithers down his spine the banshee scream shatters the calm of the air and in the split second that his heart drops his legs are propelling him forward as fast as drogon can manage. his heavy hitter build does not allow him to be as fast as a wolf smaller than him but he is close enough to pray to any god that would listen ( not that drogon is religious, mind, it just seemed like the logical thing to do ) that he isn't too late.

as the pair come into view — a struggling mess of white pelage in the grasp of the melanistic coywolf's teeth as he drags her from the presumed safety of their borders — drogon's terror morphs into somthing else entirely. he utters no words, no commands to release her, no call of her name to announce himself as her ( potential ) savior. only feral ira consumes him as if he is a sinner absent piety. drogon does not slow; in his mind there is no time and no place for diplomacy. he adjusts his course ever so slightly, favoring his dominate shoulder with the intent to ram his body into iliksis's own to dislodge vela's scruff from his ironclad grasp. if ilisksis dodges his attack drogon hopes to, at the very least, be enough of a distraction to allow vela to retreat to safety nevertheless.