Deepwood Weald he is neither gentle nor kind

Drogon spoke, and the rasp to the tone resonated with the boy somewhat, though he couldn't say why. He had been hoping perhaps the other had an interesting destination to impart, but really he was just glad he was willing to pause and say that much.

"Nowhere either," he responded, smiling a little at the repetition. It was true; he hadn't really set out with much in mind today. He generally didn't. "Just looking." The surrounding area held a lot, and Gannet needed to start learning it now that he was on his feet and fully mobile again. "Who're you?" He knew he was Moonspear, so at least that much was good. But a name would be nice.