Sleeping Dragon identity

their eyes met and colt felt that compelling tension in his belly. she'd killed. she'd eaten. she showed that she could shed blood. indra was for all her faults becoming a fine companion, and colt credited himself for it.
he bathed crimson from his jaws in long laps. 
"could teach yew a lot, indra." he looked skyward, through the tangled thick leaves of the bracken woods. "jest about anythin' yew wanna learn."
his own mind was meandering down a travelworn path of thought, surrounded by the haze of brutal and calm memories.