No. She didn’t understand. She hadn’t smelt it. That forsaken thing- still violating his senses and threatening to overwhelm him. His snout scraped the stone beneath snow and he grunted against it, twisting his body and rubbing along the earth as she scratched at his scales. She somehow swung her smaller body on top of him and he lurched forward, throwing open his wings before sliding snout first into a snowy bank. Suddenly she was over him and he folded his ear flaps back with a small whine.

His nose was cold and his head hurt. He know what it looked like to a human- he’d gotten spooked over nothing and had she know his true distress she probably would laugh. Her kind did not dread those forsaken creatures, he’d seen them eat them: smoked and dried as though they were merely another kind of fish. He shuddered again and turned his head, rubbing his nose against her stomach.