The smell of burning meat and fur filling the air around Dovah, causing his ears to twitch slightly. "Wake up," a voice said. The drake felt something shake him slightly, causing him to open his eyes slowly. He was greeted by the sight of two cooked elk, obviously freshly caught by the dragon and the serf. Dovah got up with a yawn, first stretching his saa then stretching his sii. The soreness of his joints had mostly dissipated, his muscles argued to remain still however. 

He waited for the others to start partaking of the meal before joining in himself, out of respect of their older age. Dovah scoped the grounds around them, simply out of boredom more so then for any other reason. If there was any danger, the dragon would have already detected it.