Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm just making sure

"First of all - a real dragon's tooth!" Osprey told this to Gunnar as if this was the most obvious thing in the world and beckoned him to follow her. She had recalled that just before her first den had collapsed, she had sorted out all of the treasures she had collected during her stay there. And among them was a particularly big canine. It wasn't a wolf's - maybe it had belonged to cougar once or something even bigger and more fearsome - but since she wasn't an expert in anatomy, then this tooth was as good to be a dragon's tooth than any other.

They hadn't been too far from the place and they soon reached it. Osprey stopped and regarded it with a bit sorrowful glance - this had been her home once and grown on her in a way. Now it was abandoned. She sighed, mustered up a more cheerful expression and cast a glance back at her nephew. Then she proceeded to sniff around her hiding spots, until she found one. A little digging and a moment later she was standing in front of Gunnar, holding a mud covered yellow fang.

She put it on the ground between them and said: "So - this is the dragon's tooth. Not that powerful in terms of magic as a horn, claw, a piece of skin or the heart would be, but it is good for little things. Like blessings." Osprey was coming up with the legend on the spot, but it flowed so fluently and she managed to add a sense of reality to it. "It works like this - give a good thought of what traits you want to possess or improve - tell me and then we will try to make them true."