Drogon dragged his tongue across his teeth, impatiently shifting around. His 'mother' Danaerys Targaryen brought him and his siblings somewhere new often, but this new place.... Drogon didn't like it, not enough things to hunt.

Drogon sniffed the air, hearing a roar from above. The black dragons head tilted back, watching another dragon soar through the skies whilst holding a cow in their talons. Drogon's eyes narrowed observantly as he tried to decipher which sibling it was.

It was neither Rhaegal nor Viserion, but it was still a sibling of Drogon's. And they brought a meal. Hardly enough for four dragons of their size, but food was food. Drogon let out a chitter in response to their roar.

Drogon shook his body as if to shake off his impatience, watching as his sibling dropped the cow before landing a few feet away from him. Drogon sniffed, leaning down and nudging the cow.