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Gods damn this blasted rain! It wouldn't have bothered him so much, if he didn't need to go out and check the borders everyday. But he was the pack's protector and Seneschal, and so it was his duty. Though today he wasn't going to suffer alone. For once he had left his clothes behind while using his optime form. There was no need to get those wet along with the rest of them. Haven had gone to the stables and put the bridal on Drogon, but forwent the blanket. As he lead the stallion to the door he balked at the sight of the downpour and snorted. "I don't like it either, but it'll be faster with you. Come on." Another snort as he mounted up, but the mustang gave in and trotted outside.
Bi-colored ears were plastered back against his head just as Drogon's were. This weather. Honestly. Haven had also left his sword behind. It had been hard enough finding a blade that wasn't rusted at the castle, he wasn't going to risk getting Vowkeeper wet unnecessarily. He sighed as he pushed the wet hair from his eyes when those jade oculars saw some movement. It was another horse and rider. Drogon's head turned and also took in the sight, seemingly intrigued. Their motion stopped, but he didn't call out just yet. He would wait and see what this brought.