moving on to fight | re-emergence

Any creature with such a remarkable height difference upon the child intimidated him. He was a mere puppy still, only three months of age. As such, he had yet to see what exactly there was out there to observe. Dragons were new to him still even, despite having trudged here from distant lands of the unknown. Now there was a raptor in his home land, and who knew how the young boy would react to their presence?

We would soon find out.

The child of rot would trudge around in the sand, barreling himself over it repeatedly as he played with a small rock he had found. Leaping on it all about, he caught it and then let out tips of joy and fun. His skeletal tail wagged and his ears perked up, the entire body of the small creature shifting its weight around for optimal entertainment. Somehow something so small brought the young lab so much joy.

Then, he heard the noises.

His head cocked in the direction of the sound, listening intently before deciding to usher himself over. Here, he would stumble upon Serpentine feasting. And, for reasons unknown to himself, the purple hued creature thought it was the best thing ever!

Quickly, he scrambled over and offered a few sniffs to the reptilian beast, and then, with no warning, Arfur attempted to climb up upon the raptor’s back.