Dust in the grass[open]

Now that he had made it in, Dragneel was not celebrating, in fact more of he was disappointed for not finding someone as quick as he though he would to attach himself to. The Queen of this place had appeared appealing, but it seemed like if she was not pleased his head would be disposed of in a matter of seconds. He wasn't entirely sure about the king either. The boy assumed for now he would have to explore his surroundings. He had been in a rogue group before, but is was far different from a pack so far around. It was for the best to interact, to make his name as far as his strength could prove himself for the young youth. His unsettling red eyes looked about as he felt his paws on the dirt. Dragneel was more used to a jungle than this terrain.