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"Bwark!" Immediately upon receiving the pettings, his melancholy quickly dissipating. The dragon rubbed his head against Albus' hand, panting happily before rearing up, and assaulting Albus' face repeatedly with his long, slobbery tongue. This continued for about a minute, the dracona male now well and truly covered in saliva enough that might make one question what he had been up too.

[color=chocolate]"Son of a-"[/color] Before Isobel could confront the attacker, he played some dirty, cheap trick. A smoke bomb. She tried to follow after him, but only ended up utterly blind, almost running into the door herself. Ciervia hissed as Max ran, sending a blast of cold, icy breath towards the direction he had fled, but to no avail. It slammed into the wall, freezing a small portion of it. [color=chocolate]"...tch."[/color] Isobel frowned, hands clenched into fists as she lost sight of him.

[color=chocolate]"Next time I see that bastard, Rutul's getting a snack."[/color] Isobel glanced over to Eric, still visibly angry at the turn of events. Grarves gratefully accepted the sausage, and Albus was finally free of the dragons assault as he wolfed down the treat. [color=chocolate]"It's not my fault. That jackass tried to hurt Albus and Grarves."[/color] She replied with a scowl. [color=chocolate]"He wasn't hurtin' no body. He just wanted to play."[/color] Ciervia, the calmer of the two was nuzzling Isobels' cheek lightly in an effort to calm her down a bit.