to damnation

Take the high ground. Observe your surroundings. Remember that nowhere is safe, even if it looks that way at first. Björn exists to shake the sense of peace and safety that settle into this place, why would he need to worry? Then, there are predators larger than even he, within this place. The woods were alive, and he'd never discount that. The sound of creatures in the undergrowth, the scent of bear on the stiff summer breeze. Reminders. Stark reminders.

Finding a place to settle within the high branches, Björn allows himself to watch. Take it in, watch the way the trees come together. A pack had lived here not long ago, and it seemed they'd only shifted slightly. Abandoning one neighboring territory for another, he could only wonder what drove them away from this place. He knows little of the Armada or their dealings, only that their market is relatively open, to those who mean no harm. Still, it helps him piece together a clearer picture of the north.

It's not long before he hears his name, a voice that's still fresh in his mind. Peering down from his perch to get a better look, ah. "Daenerys." A little smile pulling at the corners of his lips, a tip of his antlered head. "Come on up, it's pretty sturdy." The invitation levied, inclining his head to the path he'd taken to sit among the branches. "You fight well." He'd been, perhaps, rustier than intended that day on the Battlefield. Still finding his feet, with everything going on.

"Anything special bring you out here?" A gentle question, conversational. Björn would behave himself, at least for now.

"Björn"