To those who knew him, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Unless said fly hurt his family. That’s a totally different ballpark to be honest. His family was all he had. Since they lived wherever they could find a big enough spot for a den, it was hard to have a solid place to protect them. He knew that between the two of them, being, Cadeyrn and himself, they would be able to find a place for the family. But where? He didn’t know. Being born to the mountains of Spirane, he was partial to living there. He wondered most days if Daenerys had just given up or if she would want to try to get it back. He would not cast assumptions on his former lead. He would always respect her.

The sights and sounds of the dark empty swamp were welcoming, warm, and something he treasured as he took his night shifts. The crunch of steps alerted him to another’s presence in the swamps. He turned his head, fire-borne eyes watching her as she approached and spoke. He dipped his head softly, a soft chuckle slipping from his maw. “No need to apologize young one. I’m just enjoying the night sky, you can join me. My name is Berwyn.” He smiled softly as he stood there. Fire eyes looked back to the swamp before him, his white form a stark difference from it. He shook his head softly, trying to see if he could forcibly shake his ear to stand, a subtle thing he did nearly almost all times that he met someone new. He was still self conscious about his deformity.