“HEY!! Dragon guy staring out into the canyon!” Spike heard someone calling out, more than likely to him. He twisted and turned looking for the source. Above him sat a young winged dragon over the edge of the ridge, roughly the same age as Spike. “I dont recognize you from around here. Most dragon-kin avoid this area, you lost?” the blue dragon inquired.
Spike was rather tentative to answer, considering his previous experience with dragons had been less than favorable. Though this one seemed friendly enough, a stark difference from what he knew of native dragons, so perhaps he could befriend this one.
For some reason, I’m imagining him having an Australian accent.