Genrit's body freezes mid action as he hears the faint sounds of Draconic outside of his cave. He's resting in one of the pools of water that remain, washing whatever blood is left off of his body. He's been in it long enough for it to start bubbling, looking rather inviting. Water drips off of his horns and onto stone as his head turns towards the direction of the exit. He can tell that there are at least two dragons outside. Either that or some other creatures that have learned his language. His body rumbles as he climbs out and begins smoothly ascending, taking care not to put too much strain on his injury as he does. He can feel the magical presence of his visitors as he ascends, confirming that they are indeed dragons

Once he finally reaches the entrance he calmly turns around a corner, his pale eyes observing the copper dragon. He's sure that they sensed him too. His chin raises slightly and his chest puffs out as he gives the dragon a curious yet mostly condescending look. It's apparent he isn't too pleased by the sudden visitation. He notices the other dragon's intrigue in the severed head and grumbles before speaking. His deep voice is accompanied by some smoke puffing out of his mouth, the glow coming from inside his throat illuminating his rows of teeth somewhat. [color=6ecff6]"What do you want, little one?"[/color]