Sleeping Dragon You could be a king, but watch a queen conquer

Her russet ears twitched as he spoke, moving up next to him to help dig the hole for his rabbit. She moved back once done, watching as his curious eyes returned to her. She felt a bit nervous to see him staring at her like that, like an anomaly. She shuffled a paw in the dirt, eyes down shyly. 

She glanced up as he spoke once more. "I grew up in the mountains," she rasped quietly. It wasn't hard for the small, sure footed woman to hunt in the rocky mounts they called home. "You are from somewhere else," it was a statement not a question. He smelt of somewhere else, he hadn't quite gotten the smell of Drageda ingrained in his fur yet.