His journey into the village had been short, he swiped the clothes from a basket some middle aged woman had been carrying. It seemed as if she’d been drying the skins on an outcropping of rocks and had just now finished- a younger human had called out and secured him that moment in which he was able to steal from her. He ran off into the woods without ever having to confront anyone and within the shadows of broad canopies he tried on the garments and examined his reflection in a small pool. While not familiar with clothes he thought perhaps these were a tad too big for his slim form. He tossed away the extra skins and grabbed up a length of leather, securing the pants with a satisfied nod. Once he was no longer… bare he’d headed into the village and pilfered a bag in which to carry the clothes. 

Details of his little endeavor aside- he had been striping back down to shift when he heard a scream. He forced his transformation over himself despite the painful creak of bones and pull of muscles, he knew he should never rush it but did so right then. The bag slid from his shoulder as he changed- and thoughtlessly he snapped it up in his mouth before launching into the sky, snapping countless branches without caring to slow despite the sting of them wiping past his hide. He was in the air in the instant. Over the trees and descending towards the coast. The fire had drawn his eyes and nose. In an instant he was upon the nightmare rolling it into the foamy surf and the two of them scuffled down there at the base of the coast- kicking up sand. While the smaller of the two dragons he had little trouble holding his own. Only kicking back from the nightmare to flare his wings in warning and bare his teeth with a snarl. Thinking in their short struggle he had made his point clear. The nightmare hissed with a sizzle of small flames but took off, understanding it was outmatched.