Araile watched in horror as Darrken picked the awful putrid thing called a cat up and let it lick his nose, she didn't know why she was so deathly afraid of them. Lord knows that she could eat them in her dragon form, but even then she steered clear of them, any feline, of any shape size and color. She stood, and looking over her shoulder the entire time made sure that the mangy thing wasn't following her, because if it was she would take to the skies till it was gone. She liked this strange Darrken and didn't feel the end or the want to leave his company just yet, she was glad she was wrong about the fear of him. She sat down on a log and laughed at his hurry to kick the dead man into the forest, "That's okay I have killed many men in my lifetime, no need to hide them from me. I fear I like the hunt, and humans was always the top of my menu when I was younger. And I would love a cooked one, I only eat raw when I'm a dragon." She smiled at him and brushed her hand through her hair.