The Sound Of It

Natha's eyes opened slowly in the sleepy manner of her kind as she turned to gaze at the panting wolf.  Her stomach twisted but she did not show her nervousness to be facing such a large femme. "I just find you an interesting creature that's all.  I want to ask if you know anything of a certain beast.  The dragon Helgard.  I'm not sure why but you strike me as the adventurous type."  Suddenly above her the hawk began to laugh, her plummage stirring as she peered down at the mammals. "You'll find no living dragon's here nor anywhere in these lands, young feline."  Natha wrinkled her nose and glared at the bird. "And what would you know of it?"