Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

Zephyr forgets that he isn’t alone. The dragon looms in his shadows, intimidating all that walk before the silver without first bowing their heads. Unnecessary, for he knows that alone, Zephyr could accomplish the same as he does, but there is an arm that could be lost; a tail or an ear, sacrifices that could be made where they could not before.
Could scare ‘em off. Make ‘em leave the kids. Bash him good; a heavy axe to the skull. I could kill ‘em.