Meiron knew of the feral dragon flock that lived to far north of the cenote, amidst a large natural rock formation; and while he'd been warned that they were naturally aggressive, for the most part this flock had never shown any hostility towards him....... though he suspected that was due to the amount of dragons he himself had. Kovaithe clambered up his leg to sit on his shoulder, the little dragon having not long hatched, as he stood next to a nest, the feral dragon, a female, stared bac...