Dianna snorted, still not wanting to answer the question about who she was, just answer the simple ones. She shook her head when the stranger guessed about her being a shifter, then nodded when he said that she was a dragon. Dianna flipped down from the tree, facing the opposite direction from the stranger, showing a quick glance of two rips in the back of her hoodie before turning around. For her age and looks, she was actually around the same height of the stranger, excluding the horns.
	The snow felt like it was falling more heavily, with the wind starting to pick up. Dianna pulled her hoodie back on and went back to her heavy breathing: inhaling the cold air, and exhaling a small flame. Still, she wasn't easily effected by the cold, but now her body was starting to feel the stinging of the frosty weather. This was a simple signal to Dianna that she should either quickly go get a bite to eat, or go back to the tree house. 
	She looked at the old man, back to the forest, and back to the man. Dianna repeated this several times until she decided to go get a quick piece of prey first, but she didn't want to leave the stranger in the forest. She started to walk to the direction of her tree house, but waved at the stranger to follow.