Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

His face lights up at her story. “You’ve met the two-legs too then?” His deep voice raises a few octaves in shock. “Grupo interesante, huh?” He laughs devilishly thinking of his human counterparts. “Very interesting.” He comments about her past.

Then she seems hopeful to see him outside of her packs boundaries. Surely they’d smell him on her. Maybe that’s what he wants. They’d probably run out to get him, perhaps scold her. He’d love to see her little pack come try and chase him from the lands they don’t even own, merely border.

He smiles at her handsomely, face hiding any type of emotion behind his bravado. “My my chica, you’re greedy, no?” He laughs and bumps against her accidentally a little too hard as they walk. “Of course. Though you say your pack is nomadic?” He looks to her expectantly.

“Yes now that you say that, I do smell something rotten. Let us sniff out this sulfur you speak of.” He comments eyes forwards and head tall as he walks along side her.

Then he jolts slightly remembering about her apparent cross with humans as well. “I was around many humans as well. They are the one who made me fight.” He says nonchalantly. “Though I wouldn’t say made. They taught me how and I liked it.” Then he looks down to her with a lightly disgusted face. “They did always try and touch me though. Aunque in poco desagradable.” He huffs deeply.