Sleeping Dragon her eyes hold thunder and her blood is magma

Around them, it's quiet. The stillness of the morning remains relatively uninterrupted, so he is at ease, even considering the subject of her question. It is not one he knows enough about to answer definitely yet. He has not yet felt privy to the concept of Drageda in its entirety, and while he understands the gist of its separation from the Dragon because he has seen it in the wolves more familiar with the culture the Heda brings, it is not quite enough to base his choice upon.

Without clear-cut aspirations to gun for, he is mainly interested in anything that could prove advantageous for him. This could be, he suspects now. Many things here so far had gone well for him, so he was open to it. "Perhaps," he answers first with a slow exhale. "I would like to understand more about it.. what it means," he adds, gesturing vaguely with his muzzle since he does not know what else it could entail and hoping she would fill these blanks.