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The dragon watched carefully, as the wolf addressed her. The little queen warbled a curious sound, acknowledging the canine's words. Scaly crown nods to the wolf, even though no harm would come to Kiara by the wolf's own paws and teeth, there were plenty of other things that might harm her young friend, so the worry was still present, just not directed at the ghostly carnivore.
Wingbeats caused her to lift her sharp gaze, directing it to the approaching steed. He was male, about the same age as Kiara, though with the effects of testosterone making his muscles beef up, she very well could have been guessing wrong. She was alert, her eyes watching him carefully, closely, ensuring that he meant no harm to the young roan she had attached herself to for today.
A loud trill sounded after the young equines shared simple greetings, the dragon queen wished these silly horses would greet each other properly sometimes. Her fellow dragon always greeted her with enthusiasm, even her bonded's refusal to make more of a display upon greeting fellow equines frustrated her sometimes. But it was her way, she knew, still, that did not mean she was restrained by such codes of silence and subtlety.
The trill rolled down in curious chitters, the dragon spoke to the gathered, with the curious tilt of her crown urging a conversation to occur. The young buck did not seem to want to cause harm, but he was so darn quiet and shy, just like Kiara… they needed a push in the right direction.
