Sleeping Dragon the end of a bloodline

The man was grateful for Heda's hospitality and allowed himself to rest threw the night, his muscles weak from travel. He would forget at times that he was not as young as he used to be and even now the signs of old age were beginning to spout upon his maw, reminding him that youth was not infinite.

He gave a sigh, ears jerking forward at the sound of a chuff. The man's iron orbs easily found the voice's owner and the corner's of his lips were quick to pull into a smile. "Heda" he greeted with a dip of his crown, silently wondering what had drew her to him on this fair morning.