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Wraen admired Pox's determination and smiled to herself. Finley did not need to tell her that her son was the typical specimen for a Blackthorn - she could easily see, how all Colt's crazy adventure stories had come to be true. And she did not wish to curb the boy's enthusiasm, therefore decided to re-direct it. 

"Dragons are no joke," she told him in a serious tone. "Let's practice a little before, alright?" she suggested, looked around for something that could become a likely treasure and settled for a badly chewed piece of hide, that - stinky, wet and forgotten - was hanging in the bushes (she briefly wondered, how the hell had it got up there). 

"Let's try the situation - I am the dragon, this is the present I stole from your nanny," she explained, lying down and placing the piece of hide between her paws. "Now - I will pretend that I am asleep, but I am still guarding that toy. You come up with a plan to steal it away from me? Capiche?"