Rhaegal prowled around outside Dragonstone, his massive tail slamming into stone and tree's as he grew restless, he gave little spits of fire towards birds, cinching the tiny avian's to a crisp, his tongue dragging across his scaly maw.

Rhaegal's restlessness was soon interupted by approaching footsteps, footsteps that did not belong to his mother, Daenerys Targaryen, nor did they belong to anyone that was an ally of hers.

So, he quickly whipped his head around with a screech, his maw unhinging as he breathed fire, just narrowly missing the stranger, his pupils turning into deep slits.