Leif patiently watches as the white Fury seems to weigh its' options. Eventually, it seems to see the wisdom in letting him help its' human. Slowly, he crouches next to the young woman and feels her pulls. "Its' weak," he mutters, not caring about the hail and rain pelting his back. Looking up at the strange dragon, he says, "I'm going to move her onto my dragon's back, okay? She needs to ride with me so she doesn't fall down and you need to take it as easy as possible, especially in this storm. Do you understand?" As he says that, he realizes that the young woman and dragon must have come from a long ways away, otherwise he'd have heard something about there being another Fury, especially one as colorful as this.