Sleeping Dragon When you're stuck on a skybridge with your worst enemy

A flash of russet in his outer vision drew his attention away from the greyed rocks and back to the scene as Wildfire turns to go. As much as a selfish thing it is, relief tickled his veins as his honeyed gaze watched her petite figure vanish amongst the boulders, dread prickling his fur as the lone shadow padded towards his pale figure. "If it is in return for sanctuary, then I will do as you wish," he spoke as her words ricocheted off the cliffside.

In many ways he just wished for a place to stay and recover, to call his home yet his encounter with the pair proved his thoughts were wildly amiss; that being provided with protection and resources did not come without a price. He had to understand that some will demand much more than a pledge for loyalty to join their empire. "What's my task?" With a slight dip of his snout, his gaze did not drift to the place where the fiery woman had disappeared to, but remained entirely focused on the obsidian pelt of the ruler before him, his ears resuming to their backwards shift. Submission was a must if he was to earn his place.