"There is no need to get others involved," said Makan. "However..." He shuddered at the idea. "I suppose you can... sell his parts. I know dragon body parts are worth much to humans." The dragon shook his head. "But I wish to hear you sing, by yourself. Please, walk with me."

Makan led the way closer to the forest, and began digging out a depression in the earth. It was large enough for him to curl up in. The dragon broke saplings and branches, and made a bed and rim for the best. He settled in, resting his head on the edge of the nest. 

A golden eye focused on Sara. "If you would please be so kind," he murmured, "I would like a lullaby. I know it seems a silly request from a creature fierce enough to battle bears, wolves, and gryphons, but I would enjoy one."