Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

Santi stands there bracing himself as the ground rumbles beneath him. His nose crinkles briefly at the horrid smell surrounding them. The hair bristling along his spine, he’s on edge, but that doesn’t stop the manic smile from returning to his maw. Yet he stands there waiting for the female with the threat of death lingering in the highly intense situation.

“Sí, hora de irse.” He comments deeply. 

His eyes go wide in fascination as the ground before them splits dramatically; the situation is escalating quickly it seems. He watches the female intently as she hauls herself over it, he watches just as interested as she tumbles on the other side. With a chuckle he takes it upon himself to hurry over to help his struggling companion. Then the bone crushing sound of the boulder that lands just a few meters from himself and merely inches from the other gives him a good spine thrilling chill. 

He races over and grips the other by the scruff in an attempt to help her up. He can tell she is in some pain so he assists her as much as he’s able to. After he gets her to her feet he ushers her further. 

“Come chica, we have to go.” He says softly but loud enough for her to hear as he rushes her politely. Although he’s not in too much of a hurry but he can tell the frightened female is. He begins into a gallop hoping the female can keep up behind him but, of course, keeping a tentative, silver eye on her.