Kilgaris had just finished the last griffin from his claws when the wind changed direction and a strong scent filled his burning nostrils. The scent of a dragon. Wait. Something else too. A human... He stood up and looked around. A low growl immiting from his throught. What right did a human have to be be here! He didnt want to attack another dragon but would if nessesary. He walked to the side of the clearing where the smell was strongest and crouched down in a battle position eyes glowing red in anger. He then waited. Waited for something to arrive...