Vhagar huffed as she lay hidden in the forestation, her rider, Aemond, was briefly relieving himself before the Battle of Rook's rest. But she was feeling antsy, she was old and a dragon of war, not a dragon of sitting around.

Vhagar's pupils turned into slits as a shadow flew overhead, a small roar escaping her as a warning towards the dragon in the skies that was now turning to land infront of her. Her roar also served as an alert to Aemond, if he were nearby.

Vhagar rose up, her wings shifting as the other dragon landed infront of her. Her large mass having flattened the grass she was previously laying on.