Nova Peak Grimmerie

His teeth snapped and snapped, hungry and hungrier. Yet his goal was being met. The figure was being driven away from Dragonspine and down into the grotto below.

There was the desire to drive him away fully, to make sure that this stranger did not walk among any of their touching territories. Yet they also needed to redo all the work that had been undone. The marks of them, the desire to smother them out but... smother himself, commit it to memory no matter if it left a bad taste.

He would do no thing.

But he would halt his chase and posture himself, like a dog who had come to the end of its chain.

Dagur wanted to continue, but Dragonspine need its presence here.