Your Shima might well, intelligent as she is. [ The last seemed almost directed at the pale dragon, a quiet, pleased croon. There was an undercurrent of laughter threading through his voice, though; an acknowledgement of the jest. ]

Ratha, I think, would prefer I hissed and snarled and fought for every small think between us. Obstinate creature; I only hope I'm fortunate enough that he grows large enough that all of his viciousness can be effective or useful in some way or other.