Even if Raum had not emitted her sharp bark of irritation, Blackthorne would have been there for he had spied the arrival of the Bonecollector with something a bit more alive than the bones she seemed so fond of. To admit he was startled was an understatement. His admiration for the jet she-wolf increased tenfold in these mere moments as his charcoal eyes watched her progress. Dance, step, flaunt, chase, and the enormous male that did so without thought to where he was placing his paws. A fiendish grin graced his muzzle as the Darkbringer began a weaving trot to intercept the path that they had already taken so he could circle up behind the gift that Raum had brought him. Had she done so for sport or as a gift? It didn't matter. That she had done so at all was impressive considering the size of this one. Without even realizing it, Natiya appeared, her wraith-like colors having woven into the mist that still stubbornly clung to the foliage.

Settling at his left hip, she moved in precision with him, pointed ears pricked while soft features took in the area around them with her nose constantly twitching. The male's scent was spicy with outside smells. A dirt-clay smell and a sharp smell like algae and wet rock. The closer they came, the more delicate their footwork became. As Blackthorne's steps slowed into a crawl of silent stalking his sister mimicked him. It is why when Drogon turns around, he is stopped by their sudden appearance, an arch look upon Thorne's face and an august one upon Natiya's.

"Ah my Bonecollector collects more than rotted bones," he says gleefully and conversationally. "I'd say there is a couple of inches that separate you from bone, don't you?" Natiya's left ear flicks towards her brother, right focused forward while her eyes remain fixed upon Drogon. He is dark but there is a reddish tint to some of his fur and the scowl on his face is unsettling. "Who is my new guest?" The words are suave yet sharp and full of demand. This could go south rather quickly, Natiya thinks, but then again, Thorne was never one to mince words. This was his land, noted by the way his tail coils up and his head lazily rises, dominance fairly rolling off of him in waves. Natiya feels it, the need to crouch next to him and bare her throat, but she remains stiff and unyielding in the face of this newcomer lest she miss some nuance of an attack.