Neverwinter Forest and undignified suffering is firing up again

I am blopping in!

It was the howl that woke the dragon and caught his attention. The hoarding dragon rose to his feet and walked through the woods, he kept his scent downwind, sneaking and hiding to watch from afar at first, watching two lovebirds doing a dance in the woods. His woods. His bright blue eyes watched with a fire flaming within as one of them began to run, with the other soon chasing. 

Smile, let's play their game.

He set off, no longer keeping downwind from them, but chasing them, obviously they could not read minds and if they could they would likely only experience madness within. No thought was coherent, no thought was single minded with the dragon and so he began the chase, the hunt was on, the game was being played.

He chased and darted forward, while they were playing and letting the other follow he accelerated in speed, slowly catching up as the first slowed down, and soon they should be able to scent him, see him. They had better pray he wouldn't catch up, for the dragon was ready for games.

They had dared enter his cave and so he would follow.