To whatever that noise was; duh.

A loud crash comes from behind, some of the large acacia and baobabs toppling as something makes crash landing known. You grit your teeth as you see whatever it is skid inches away from your cave, and you sigh in relief as your den was spared... but you now got to deal with whatever busted up your front lawn.

You growl, viper tail coiled as you turn to the rubble and ruins... Only to flinch as you see a pair of massive wings emerge from the dust and smoke, as golden eyes glare at you.

Dragon.

She lets out a furious roar as she extends her wings, twin jagged sheets of red muscle, skin and scales. Fire erupts from her jaws as she... throws a tantrum?

You look to her horns, an indication of a dragon's age... and smirk. A new blood; a fresh dragon sent into the world by her mother after growing too old for the nest. Her horns are on the smaller side, unlike her generous bust or dangerously thick thighs. And judging by her frothing and raging, she's a mommies girl; never seen real combat or fought someone other than their siblings in the den.

If you play your cards right... you might even beat this bitch...