A lion and a wolf. Were she less composed, she would laugh outright. A lion. Of all the animals to choose... Dany would howl her frustrations, frustrations drawing nearer to the surface the more she's spoon-fed. Little hints of information from both sides. A name. A role.

Sometimes, she would rather see both sides burn for pulling her into this war.

"You spoke of what they did to me, Anubian. Your information was gathered, I presume. Tell me what options were extinguished when the lions were loosed and took from me."

Does this one wish to loose the lions onto Grothia, as well?