Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

She did not cower for any wolf of the mountain, and she would one day have a clan of her own bowing to her; yet here Sere was, hiding behind a foreigner on her own land because the ground would not stop shouting. It was pathetic. The slight touch of Seregryn's chin upon the red girl's shoulders did comfort her a tidge, but not enough. Her hindquarters shook softly, and her tail dusted at the ground. Her companion pulled away after a second and Seregryn jolted to try and keep up, not wanting to be left exposed and alone to the strangeness of this place; but then she felt the reassuring touch of the stranger's nose upon her shoulder, and allowed herself to be calmed.

In response to this motion Seregryn's snout drifted close to her companion, sniffing at the rancid air as she pieced together what little information she could. She knew this was a new wolf among them, but she smelled thoroughly like the heda, which intrigued her. Had the woman taken a special interest in this girl? And if so, why? Her kindness, brief and alien though it was to Seregryn, was something new among the dragons. Perhaps that was it. This girl might have been more pliant than Seregryn originally thought, making her a good candidate for molding to their purpose.

She absently bupped Wildfire's shoulder in response, letting her thoughts idle, and then with a sharp motion of her chin towards herself she muttered, Seregrýn. Her red eyes gleamed, wondering if this girl would understand what she was trying to do — to make sure, she reiterated, Ai laik Seregrýn, and motioned with a head bob at herself.