The only dragon of the group showed his dominance to the drake by making himself taller than the rest. Instinctively, Dovah tried to do the same as the dragon addressed him. He responded sharply, "What's it to you?" He stared sternly at the dragon, the mere prescience of the dragon caused the drake's nostrils to flare. This wasn't entirely new to Dovah, as he got older he started to see other drakes and dragons as competitors for both mates and territory, not that Dovah had much luck with any drakka. It was a hard fight to get just about any cave at the bottom of the nesting grounds. What annoyed him most was that he wasn't able to win very many fights, either in speech, intimidation or physical combat. Sure, he could take on a large bear any day, and probably a human or two, but a drake he could with difficulty and a dragon he knew he couldn't.

With that thought in mind and the remembrance that he could very well get stranded out here, unless he showed proper respect to the dragon, who would hopefully in turn let him go with them. The sudden realization that he would have to swallow those venomous words he just spat out also made his chest flare at the thought of saying sorry for the remark. He hissed slightly as he turned his eyes to the ground in submission, "Had some help from one who had wings. I told them to fly off when the human's attacked." Dovah didn't feel the need to explain everything, the dragon got the answer he asked for.