It was the middle of the night. Drogon grumbled softly in his sleep, and Viserion had been lying in a position that caused raucous snores to emit from his nostrils. Even in his sleep the boy was smart, subconsciously adjusting his position until the airway was clear and he fell into silent rest. Kalseru was tucked up next to Rhaegal, sleeping as peacefully as could be. But Rhaegal was restless. His multi-toned eyes scanned the darkness of the den, looking upon each of his siblings in turn before his gaze fell upon their mother. No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not fall asleep. And he didn’t want to toss and turn about in the den, risking waking one or more of his family. Finally, he gave up on the idea of sleep and glanced towards the mouth of the cave-like den. The moon was nearly full, casting a brilliant glow across the mountain. The perfect night light to illuminate a new adventure. Carefully the boy extricated himself from the mound of fur that was his sleeping family, tiptoeing around paws and tails until he was out of the den.

He trotted out into the clearing that lay just south of the den, glancing up at the moon and having to resist the urge to howl in delight. Wide awake as he was, the boy turned and dashed off into the nearby forest, enjoying the feel of the earth beneath his paws as he ran. Despite being raised by a Queen, referred to as a young dragon and prince from birth, the children of Daenerys had not been brought up to lounge in a lavish epicurean lifestyle. None of them were spoiled, and even though Kalseru was a tad bit more vain than her brothers - she was a girl, what could be expected? - they all enjoyed the simple things in life. The beauty of their mountain home had enriched their lives for the better.

After some time ripping down the familiar trails that led away from his den site, Rhaegal got bored and slowed to a jog. Carefree he frolicked along, eyes darting about the midnight landscape and wondering if anyone else was up that he could find adventure with. So when he came upon another familiar clearing and spotted a wolfess lying in the grass his ears perked up and he immediately made his way towards her.

“Hi!” He said, trotting right up to her, not in the least bit wary for he had seen her around before even if he didn’t know her name. She was pack, and that was all that mattered. He proceeded to flop his hindquarters haphazardly on the ground only a foot in front of her, lounging in a sideways sitting posture as he suddenly felt an itch, a hind paw immediately reaching up to relieve the feeling behind his ear. When his paw plopped back to the earth he sat up a bit straighter and smiled at the grown shewolf whose gaze had been so fixated upon the sky when he’d come upon her. “I’m Rhaegal, what’s your name?” Just than a brisk wind blew through the clearing, causing the hair along his spine to stand straight up at the chill. A shiver ran down his body, an involuntary reaction to the cold. “Brr, winter is coming.” His head tilted ever so slightly to the side, duo-toned eyes upon her, eager to learn her name so that he could find out if she was interested in hunting out some sort of adventure tonight. He might be a prince, but he was a prince that loved to have fun.