Northstar Vale boogie woogie down with your funky feet

It did not take long, but the first to find him was not a captain but a happy go lucky yearling. Still, Dragon prostrated, pressing the length of himself, from tail tip to jaw, into the snow as his ears fell back against his crown. His tail swept side to side and he tilted his head, in the playfully teasing manner of this? You want this? Come and get it!

But the game had no sooner begun before the real show began. She came flying in with all the authority of a leader, and his fangs brooked no resistance as she tugged the rib bone free of his mouth. She did not know him, but if she had, she would know how strong a gesture it was for him to part so freely with his treasure.

He remained as he was, tail swishing, eyes cast down his snout at her paws, and whimpered appeasingly.