Sleeping Dragon sick of all these people talking

She stirred as her ink-colored sibling slipped from the den and into the night, leaving behind a symphony of snores for the great outdoors. Blinking heavily the pale Goufda lifted her head and looked to the clearing. She was intrigued to see where her sibling was going and as such quietly raised herself onto unsteady paws and crept out after the dark child. She did her best not to be seen, slithering in the shadows like a stalking serpent, until she wanted her sister to see her. When that moment came the eldest hatching stood and gave a soft woof to alert the other.

“Sis!” she breathed, her words hissing into the humid summer air. “Chiwt yu duwla?”