Picking through the snow
Dragon was quite curious about this girl, as were his companions it seemed. Though the younger girl seemed equally as curious about them as well. He could smell the scent of herbs, and he guessed those were the "seasonings" she mentioned earlier. The thought of their prior conversation moments ago still made him feel amused, and it kept him in a better mood then he had been as of late. "We're Jaguars." Ears flicked towards Shiva's direction as she answered the girl. "We're just colored different. Normal Jaguars are usually golden in color, with black spots. Or black with dark spots. But just like you wolves are born all sorts of different, so are we." It piqued Dragon's curiosity. "You've never seen a jaguar, I take it?" Obviously she hadn't. But it never hurt to ask. He had never seen one up close until he had met Kimahri, then later he met Shiva. Her pelt was quite different from Kimahri's, and it always baffled him the way her coat was so different.
"Haha, no. I can't imagine being eaten. Especially by another predator," Though he supposed if it weren't for his companions being by his side, he probably would have gotten killed and eaten by now. He shuddered to think about it. He would hate to be in a prey position. Distracted from his thoughts by her sudden question, he thought for a moment. His scars didn't ache as much as he thought they might, though occasionally his eyes did hurt when they began to stream from the old infection he endured as his vision had begun to fade away. "Sometimes. But I think it's more from the after effects of the infection I had that comes and goes." His eyes weren't streaming now, but they were a couple weeks ago. The skin did feel tight every now and then, but he always thought that was normal for scars to do.
She would finally introduce herself as Riva, and Dragon nodded a greeting to her as she leaned in closer. It wasn't often he got this close to others unless it was his own family, but he was secretly grateful that she offered herself for him to get a better perception of her, even if only by smell. Her scent was strong with her so close, and he could smell her beneath the tang of herbs. He was correct in his assumption of her age, and he now discovered that she was also a loner. "My name is Dragon. It's a pleasure to meet you, Riva." He offered a friendly smile, showing he wasn't a threat. Even if he was, she probably wouldn't have been frightened by a blind wolf anyway. "What brings you so far North, if I may ask?" After all, it wasn't often he ran into strangers. Much less during the winter. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.