Makan nodded. "You are most welcome," he said. He cleared his throat. "This is a matter of great importance. While that dragon is dead, his scent will linger in his cave and territory for many seasons. As long as his scent remains, wildlife will not return, and meat will be scarce. I have only one solution, which is why I wished to discuss before carrying it out.

"The only way to get rid of the scent is to burn every inch of the old dragon's territory."