Nostrils flared as he slowly circled the felled tree, sniffing at the air and trying to detect if anything had made its home within the dead remains. Dark ears were pitched forward, crimson eyes looking over the trunk in search of signs that the body would give way under the weight of a wolf. As he neared the exposed roots he heard the faint patter of paws far smaller than a wolf's, and his body stilled in that stalking frame that he had unconsciously taken up in his movements across the mountain. He was completely still, waiting and watching, prepared to attack if a badger or wolverine came forward to defend its newfound home. His body seemed to hang in that moment, while the world around him kept on moving, until the source of the sound finally showed itself. Drogon's features visibly fell when a chipmunk came scurrying up from some unseen place within the tangled roots, chattering obnoxiously when it spotted the large ebony wolf, its tail twitching in sync with the sound. A snort blew the air from his flared nostrils and he grit his teeth together in annoyance.

The unexpected sound of another's voice caused his ears to flick backwards and his head to raise alertly. He turned his large frame to face the wolf who had managed to sneak up on him while he was so focused on the nonexistent dangers he'd conjured within his mind. His brows furrowed together, at once furious with himself for being so unaware of her approach, and exasperated by who stood before him now. "You again," his voice grated roughly, deeper even than it had been when they had first met, and slightly graveled from disuse. He remembered her well - Belhara, the crazy girl. This was not the first time she had trespassed into the realm of Spirane, and in the broad light of day Drogon wondered what her excuse would be this time. After all, there were no stars to 'talk' to when the sun shone brightly - bugs or constellations. Automatically the behemoth kept a defensive posture; even though she had demonstrated no threat to him or the pack the last time she'd come, she showed no regard for boundaries and he refused to trust her. Especially since she did not seem quite right in the head.

Drogon had to concentrate on her to keep from rolling his eyes at her next words. She'd told him once that she could teach him how to listen to the stars' speech, and he'd had much the same reaction then as he did now - speculating if she'd sustained some kind of head injury in her puppyhood that made her think these things could share their stories with her. "So the trees can talk now, too?" There was something strange, something off about this girl, but for all the grief that she caused Drogon with her intrusions and make-believe, on some level he was also intrigued by her. And if nothing else, she provided a better distraction than the tree and its resident chipmunk had.