It seemed strange how well their interactions smoothed out. The way the both of them carried a neutral symbiotic relation. As Reaver cut the wind with the sharp edges of his wings he turned forward with thoughts slowly ringing in his mind. The small exchange of words here and there even if it was small was much longer than he'd ever spent with any other creature. Being forced into white despite his black scales it seemed nature gifted him the appropriate companion to love outside what was once his perfect environment, like a free bound life style surrounding the girls existence. Funny enough in the back of his mind he registered that Delsa no longer had a dragon so in such he was literally her only present way to live while she was his.
After a good solid day of flight it seemed like a similar routine until an alright sized herbivore sat grazing unconscious of the creature silently coming down from above. Without a word to his passenger Reaver launched downward into a dive as if an arrow sent from the heavens only to shift his weight connecting with the native rhino but alas the rhino had little to do but die. Violently the edge of Reaver's tail swung across the creature's gut while he followed with the long stone piercing claws across it's hide. Red, crimson fresher than a frost covered rose painted the ice and snow but was soon left behind as the purple gleam which Reaver held in his eyes spoke openly about his intent with the new food source.
As typical with a surface cave Reaver fixed one claw around the ankle of the beast before dragging the carcass into the darkness of the cave with Delsa either still on his back or beside him. Either way when they were inside and Reaver felt as if he was out of harm's way he took to the flesh with the frightening mass of razor sharp teeth aligned perfectly apon his face. As a casual assumption he motioned to welcome Delsa to eat as well in case she thought he was the sort of race where killer ate first. It obviously wasn't the case when he glanced over checking what the female was doing while his hands were cloaked red with his face dripping the contents of lush red life soon becoming cold apon his chin.
@Song Book 