Sunset Valley Run by and lie to a dragon

this is a crappy phone post D:

garait settled the massive bulk of himself down nearby. he licked his jaws as the girl proceeded, but made no move to renege on his word, instead turning his seafoam gaze toward the mountains yet unexplored.
garait turned at the sound of her voice, drinking in the sight of her bloodstained pelt. women who wore blood; he missed them and their drumbeat hearts. the girl he gave a wry twist of his lips, some brief, secret amusement.
”is custom,” he grunted after a moment, turning his gaze to hers. garait was a stoic beast and not much given to humour, but a pastime of his had always been the shock of others. ”custom where ... i am from,” the gaul went on, perfectly somber in delivery, ”that if man give kill to woman, woman be his for the night.”