As the dragon, a male by voice, scent and physical appearance landed, Rala stood in front of her sister with wings fanned and a glare on her face.
When he spoke she stiffened, and once he stood on the ground she snorted, "I haven't had the best of experiences whilst meeting strange dragons....forgive me but the instinct to fight or flight has become a strong habit." More often these days it was a choice of fight.......
She heard the cries of the sheep in the large male's claws and frowned, ignoring the protest of hunger in her gut. With the lack of a territory a proper meal was rare for her....
Glancing back at Stormy, who had gone quiet and just laid there in the grass, Rala huffed, "Excuse us.....but I need to tend to my sister."
She kept one golden eye on him and began to shift to Stormy's side.