Bramblepoint Failure to Finding Joy

After running a very early patrol Drogon had slipped out of Moonspear’s territory with the intentions of tracking the movements of an elk harem he’s been keeping a close eye upon. Hunting and Mercenary were of an alike vein and when he wasn’t practicing his sparring skills he could be found lingering in a neighboring territory tracking and mentally cataloging the migration patterns of the herd animals. The tundrian tended to be a bit more singular minded upon his warrior and tactician trades than the hunting trade figuring that there will plenty of time for hunting when he’s earned his masteries; but still he pursues and hunts to help with the pack’s caches in preparation for the winter months. The harem leads him to Bramblepoint and almost immediately Drogon is greeted by the ( almost sickeningly ) sweet scent of berries and other assortments of fruit that cultivate the forest.

The harem had stopped to feast upon the tall grasses and fallen berries — likely no longer ripe though Drogon is no botanist and has no actual idea — and the Ansbjørn lion turns thought from them to wander a bit away. Not too far that he cannot hear the click of their joints as they walk, that he will not be alerted if they decide to move but he gets bored of just tracking and watching all day. A loud crunch of sharpened teeth splicing through soft, albeit slightly resistance fruit flesh draws the leijona’s attention and he follows the sound, shrugging through the thick brush until a figure is revealed, a touch of familiarity to him. It takes Drogon a moment but recognition sets in rather quickly. He realizes what had thrown him off about Howl: he no longer carried the pack scent of Morningside upon his midnight painted pelage.

“Fruit seems a poor substitute for flesh.” Drogon surmises with a flick of his tail against his hocks, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he teases. “You don’t smell of your pack anymore.” Which strikes Drogon as perplexing considering all the effort he’d went into recruiting…or at least, trying to recruit — because Drogon doubts he was the only attempted recruitment.