Viserion chuffed softly as he inhaled and exhaled whilst sleeping, his large head rested on his tail as he slept on a hill outside of Dragonstone, his wings twitched and his muzzle occasionally scrunched up.

Soon, the great fire-breathing beast heard an approach, his eyes slowly opening in hopes that it was his mother, Daenerys Targaryen, however, he would come to be both disappointed yet suspicious and on high alert as he did not recoginize the person approaching. He even sniffed the air to see if he could recognize the scent, yet, he could not.

Viserion then rose up, his tail dragging across the grass as it moved warningly, a bellow escaping his throat.