Zale made a low noise, standing. The massive blue dragon lumbered deeper into the woods.

He frowns, looking down at his feet.

Zale's head throbbed, he couldn't stop walking. Soon enough, he came apon a human village. The lights began to flicker on. People gathered to investigate where the noise was coming from.

He soon falls asleep, his head falling into his lap. He looked like he was in an uncomfortable position but he refused to move.

Zale backed away, causing the crowd to scream. A man unsheathed his sword, yelling at him in an odd language.

He wakes up, alert. He shifts, growling as he follows Zale's scent. His dragon was alert for anything and everything while he was asleep.

Zale growled, standing on his hind legs. Clearly this village has only dealt with the corrupted. The man rushed forwards, causing Zale to slam a massive talon down onto him.

He's next to Zale in five minutes, growling softly. He nudges Zal, ushering him away.

Zale snapped his head to face him. A growl came from deep in his throat. But soon enough he snapped back to himself. Zale shrunk back into his humane form. He was on his hands and knees next to the man, a hand placed firmly on his chest.

He growls protectively, moving so he was standing over Zale's hunched form. He lowers himself, snarling softly at the people.