Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

An outpost catches Zephyr’s eye, and thus intrigues Kratos in a mannerism that it might not have to begin with. He slows his gait, unconcerned how mud cakes his own limbs. A snort in agreement escapes him first.
Yeah, it will work well. The dragon could perch along the trunk, or even the peak of the boulder on days he wishes to be lazy. He investigates further, approaching and circling the massive lookout post and sniffing along the ground, marking the corners for future reference.