Sacre took in the towering beast's words and nodded quickly, pushing his log towards the centre of the beach so he could also add to the pile for the white-faced stranger's dragon to burn and, as he did so, he looked across briefly to the flying creatures thoughtfully. He'd never seen a red or a gold dragon before, the ones he had seen had either been bronze or white or even orange in colour, yet, he'd never even wondered about their colours before, not until now, perhaps they meant something? Did they come in other shades too? Nostalgically, it made him think of Mr Lace and his little white Fajira, the fox-boy had been so young then and the memory was joyful and fun, making his heart pine to revisit it, if only he could, and a smile wove onto his face as he watched the stranger's dragons playing before he returned to contemplate his log once again. With a grunt he pushed it forwards, eyes trained to its woody texture as he did so and for once he concentrated on his task until an interruption of another helper, this time it was someone vaguely familiar and, with him, inspiring a striking memory of meeting a foal-like band of musketeers.

"K-king?" his head lifted up from the log and twitched to one side, confusion filling his face as he drank in the newcomers appearance of black and gold before suddenly, like a light bulb flickering above his head, he remembered the meeting, in the Dragons Throat, with three young visitors back when Sacre pretended to play at King of Spies and wasn't at all very good at it. "Ahhhh, Dus... Dristan?" but even as he said it, his eyes lighting up with recognition, the other, the dragon guy, spoke up too and addressed him as somebody else entirely. Was he wrong? Was this somebody else? 

Maybe he had a twin? 

"King of Fools, more like" Inari snickered from up a tree and Sacre winced. 

Volterra, whom Sacre presumed was the big guy's name as Dristan (Rikyn?) had called him, went on to ask about... his ribs?! Had something happened? Feeling every inch the King of Fools, he shuffled around like a spare part, absently pushing his log in thought, mulling over the duplicity and audacity of foals. 

It was then that a sudden spark lit up in the background and Sacre turned to watch Ríona zap a branch down from an offending tree, allowing more light to enter the woodland. As she did so, Inari yelped and scrambled a jump out of the way, apparently the mischievous kitsune hadn't deigned herself to tell her older brother to mind the sparks. Sacre sighed and shook his head, returning his attention, which was frequently drifting, back to his own task and the two gentlemen who helped.

"Ribs? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, glancing between Volterra and Dristan as he continued his task, wondering what might have happened.