Beyond the confines of the den the wind howled and the sky grew dark. Just within the entrance to the cavelike dwelling, a pup whose fur was darker even than the stormy sky stood. Garnet red eyes lit up as lightning flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled in the distance. He was entranced by the coming storm, and he suddenly emerged from the den, wanting to look for the clouds that would signal the immanent rain to come. Though the sky was growing dark, it seemed different than other storms the young boy had witnessed. The clouds were somehow different.

Another strike of lightning cracked across the sky, accompanied by the dull roar of thunder. Drogon was not afraid; in fact, he cast his scarlet eyes to the sky in wonderment. As the sound faded, another lifted, but this one was no product of the storm. It was a howl wrought with emotion, and let his own song join to hers, conveying no particular message other than that he was there. His voice was not so powerful as her, coming in shorter yips and howls strung together. But when he stopped her voice carried on, a song that seemed mournful.

Lowering his head, Drogon cast a glance over his shoulder back towards the den. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, a warning to the boy that perhaps he should return to the safety of his family’s dwelling. Instead, he turned his back on the coming storm and set off at a clumsy run towards the wolf who seemed so sad. The first droplets of rain cast upon his back as he made his way, oversized paws to thank for his ungainly gait.

When he managed to locate her she stood with her face turned towards the heavens, and the rain was beginning to come down in more than just a few drops here and there. Paws the color of soot drew him near to her, figuring she must be pack if she was so far within the packlands and howling her presence out to the world. “Are you alright?” Though his voice was young, it was slightly gravely from disuse. He was a pup of few words, reserving them for his family in most cases, and even then he preferred to use his teeth to express his like or distaste for something.