Corin whimpered, tail wrapped around one of his friend's legs as the two legged creatures approached. When they spoke he made small hissing sounds as if threatening them, but being the youngling that he was he could not sound very intimidating. 
  Too young to fly or breath fire, he hid behind the trapped foal and peeked at the strangers from between her four legs; golden eyes wide with worry. One of the things spoke to him. 

Somehow he knew she was female and could hear the kindness in her voice. Something in it made him relax.......

 
Arlin stood next to her friend Vei, the cries of pain from the foal making her kneel down at eye level with the two. Slowly she reached out a hand, keeping it a little ways from the foal as a gesture; to tell her it was alright. 
  Eyes fixed with hers, Arlin whispered, "Poor thing......It's alright."