Dwerva landed in the most open space she could find, trying to make her landing as gentle as possible. Reaching up to pat the side of her neck, he then leaned down, his hands unlatching his legs from where they had been securely fastened to the saddle. Dwerva looked back at him, one large, purple orb focusing on him as she shook her head. [i]'I wish you would stay on my back, little one.'[/i] She stated, and he slid from the saddle, walking around to her front. "It will be fine, Dwerva. We would both be more useless on the ground if I was still in that saddle." He said, tightening the leather strip which held back his hair.

They began moving through the forest, taking care not to disturb a great many of the trees. Focused on the presences as he was, he could see that by now the wolves had taken off. That was a relief. He would have to hunt them sometime with Dwerva. Not for him, but for the thrill of it. And his dragon needed food. When he reached them, appearing from the underbrush of the forest, he took a moment. These people didn't seem entirely human, not from their energy, but one seemed more like a magician. The other seemed to be a Werecat in their human form, based on the ears and tail. Dwerva approached from behind him, and he raised a hand, speaking a greeting. "Atra--" coughing into his hand, he switched languages, knowing they probably wouldn't understand the elvish greetings. Not many had been into his homeland yet. "Hello. Where am I?"