Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

By chance the growing crowd catches his attention. Typically the dragon would leave it as a glance over, yet the thin frame of the ice wraith catches his eye and beckons him to look again. With two standing before his mate and hostility in the air, Kratos bulldozes his way over. Pale gold eyes narrowed, striding forth to tower at the side of his mate.
A snort is all he gives in greeting.