He laid quietly upon the shelf of rock, silent but for the steady inhale and exhale of breath through his nostrils. His robust head lay upon black forearms, legs stretching beyond the point of his nose. He had gone through another growth spurt, gaining a couple inches on his brothers who seemed to be growing at a far more steady rate than him. Kalseru, however, seemed to be keeping up with him, less than an inch shorter than him. But her height was far different from his, her legs more refined while his continued to grow thicker the taller he got. Within the next year he would become far more balanced in proportion, but for now paws that were still massively oversized rested at the very edge of the rocky outcropping he laid upon. Drogon had come here because he needed space and time to think. And this place held fond memories, as any spot where he had spent time with Semele did. The recollection of how she had lit up and practically vibrated with happiness at his appearance quieted his mind against the turbulence that raged within.

There was not a single word that he felt he could put to how he was feeling. It was not anger or depression, though it certainly was not joy either. Contempt, perhaps? With a peppering of uncertainty. But was he feeling these things about the sire he had finally learned a name for, or himself? Over the past year, every so often when Drogon closed his eyes he dreamt of darkness, claws gripping him from a depthless abyss and dragging him in. Or worse, dragging in Kalseru, Rhaegal, Viserion, Daenerys, Taliesin, Jericho...Semele. And there was nothing he could do about it. His fangs were useless against this figureless wraith. But the darkness would twist around him, shifting the nightmare into something else. And whenever he woke from one of these episodes he was filled with a rage he did not know how to contain. It would manifest itself in a short fuse, quickly becoming irritated by his brother's antics. And while he had always been more apt to express himself with his teeth than his words, he would never intentionally truly hurt a member of his family or someone he counted as friend. But he was beginning to lose sight of the power that his young jaws were developing.

So he would separate himself from them, and though today's stint of isolation had not been brought on by a nightmare, he could not help but wonder...had he inherited something from his father? Did Leonidas continuously remove himself from Daenerys' life because he was afraid his anger might see him hurt her? But he had hurt her anyways, really. It was just emotional, instead of physical. Garnet eyes stared blankly out into the world, hoping he would not turn out like Leonidas. When Daenerys had explained the encounter of the night that Leonidas had met Meryl, Drogon had seen it from his father's perspective, and understood why he'd left to a degree. And that made his stomach clench in a horrendous way. He never wanted to be the kind of wolf who would leave someone who counted on him.

Far off in his thoughts, Drogon did not hear the approaching steps of another wolf. They came in rapid succession, a wolf climbing the steep inclines of the mountain with haste until suddenly he felt the presence of another within his midst. His head shot up from his legs, turning towards her as a soft whimper fell from her lips. Personal troubles were forgotten as his eyes grew wide, disliking this sound that she emitted, for it was one akin to the troubled sounds she had made that day in Iromar. "Semele?" Of course it was her, but the question was more of an 'are you okay' tone than an 'is that you' tone. Blinking, he rose to his paws, his ever growing blackened figure quick to move towards her, nostrils flaring and eyes searching her over to make sure she was not hurt. But he stopped, leaving just a few feet between them, for it was almost always she who initiated the embraces between them. "Are you alright?" Something was off, for her tail barely swayed back and forth behind her. There seemed to be almost a mist of moisture across her eyes, and her expression was just all wrong. Whoever had made her feel this way, he would find them and he would make them pay.