The dark woman's antics had been peculiar, to say the least. She had come upon him lounging in the crags, minding his own business. Her emerald eyes had lingered on him for a time, seeming to work their way over every inch of his body that was visible. He, in turn, had watched her warily, unsure of her intentions. No words were exchanged, but he could feel the tension building in her. So when she suddenly lunged forward towards him, he was prepared. Launching to his feet, he was ready to exchange blows with the woman, jaws gaping wide to expose sharp fangs at the ready. But instead, she darted to the side, evading his defensive attack and emitted a high pitched, humming whine. His lunge had brought him forward, away from the wall of stone at his back, and she used the space to circle around him. Drogon's hackles had bristled, his lips curling back in a snarl, confused by her behavior. The woman darted forward again, this time placing a single nip upon his flank, causing Drogon to move forward before spinning to face her. His jaws flashed towards her, but once more she evaded him. It only took a few more exchanges like this for him to understand what was going on. She didn't want a fight, she was attempting to herd him somewhere.

So he stopped, planting his massive feet and swinging his jaws with a flash of teeth whenever she came too close. He would not be moved at her will like some prey animal. After a few more failed attempts to get him to move forward, her tactics changed. She lowered her head, peering up at him from those brilliant emerald eyes. Her tail waved out behind her, and that humming whine came again in a quieter tone. She slunk forward, even as Drogon bared his teeth and growled a warning as she approached. Her tongue washed across her lips, then proceeded to lick at the air below his chin. He snapped at her, teeth clicking on air, and she spun, her tail brushing across his nose before she bounded off a few strides. She paused, looking back towards him. When he didn't respond to her invite to chase, she repeated the same movements once more. Finally he reacted with more than warnings, pursuing her in an attempt to drive her off and leave him alone.

Each time that Drogon felt that she would continue to run, she doubled back and incited further chase. This continued on until they had crossed over the borders into Iromar. Even though the wall of scent marking the boundary would normally make him stop dead in his tracks, she had pushed him into such a state that he ignored it. Eventually she stopped running, circling back and around him once more. Perhaps it was the way the sun filtered through the clouds here, but something seemed to come over her when she took a closer look at him. It was as if she was seeing the crimson that threaded through the fur of his sides for the first time, and it changed her demeanor entirely. She clicked her jaws, springing towards him and nipping at his ribs with more anger than her previous assaults, before she turned on her heel and disappeared into the foggy swamplands with a gruff bark - perhaps of frustration.

Lifting his head, he watched her go, but gave no further chase. Drogon shook his head, annoyed by whatever game it was that had just unfolded. His nostrils flared as he looked around, realizing where he was. He had been deep within Iromar once before, as an adolescent. Even here memories of Semele haunted him. Aggravated and somewhat turned around, he began to make his way back in the direction he figured he had come from. But as he attempted to make his way out, another figure loomed from the shadows, blocking his path.