[center][b][i]Tarkus[/i][/b][/center]

After a quick break, Tarkus rose from his position on the ground and began to walk throughout the tribe. Slowly but surely he made progress as his strides were longer than most dragons. Staying in lanes meant for dragons his size Tarkus was still having trouble moving around as he felt the ground shake slightly with each step. With a sigh he knew someones vase would fall or a picture would shatter against the floor. As Tarkus found the front area of the tribe, he decided that enough was enough and began to shift into his compact form. 

Curling his limbs close to his body, flames erupted from the bottom of his body and swirled up his frame before completely engulfing his body. After about thirty seconds the flames disappeared and left behind a much smaller man. Sensing several pairs of eyes on him, Tarkus decided to begin moving towards... something. He didn't actually have a destination and was now just "going with the flow". As he walked down a path, his attention was moved to a forlorn looking youngling. 

Tarkus' paternal instincts kicked in as his gazed lingered on the sad looking youngling and with a sigh walked over to her tree. Bending down onto one knee to see her at her level, Tarkus said "What seems to trouble you young one?" as he eyed the lump of snow she cradled curiously.