[ She's out, for once, direwolf and dragon by her side. They're hunting for food so Nymeria takes the lead and Drogon takes to the skies, looking out for both foe and food alike. Daenerys herself follows the direwolf, walking along the stones near silently. She is one edge, looking far more wild than she does look a queen, a small dirk in hand just in case but she doubts she will need to use it.
She has never had need to use it before, but one can never be too careful. ]
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She has never had need to use it before, but one can never be too careful. ]