The seven year old moon dragon left her little den in the south one morning. She wanted to see if it would be easier to hunt tame food like sheep that the viking's keep. It was a long flight. She left early in the morning and didn't arrive at the Bog Burglar's islands until the sun was about to set. She decided to rest for a little while before attacking. Fenella flew up into a tree and rested in the top. This way she could scan the area while she rested. She spotted several flocks of sheep. They where quite big. But the babies where small enough for her. All that fluffy fur would make a much better bed than the rough feathers and furs she had collected over the years. If this worked she might come back for another and another.

Once she caught her breath and was well rested she flew towards a small group of sheep with only one Viking keeping watch. And he looked young, he wasn't full grown so that would make things easier if she went for one of the lambs farthest from him. Her scales turned a blue violet as she concentrated really hard as she watched the viking. When he had his back turned on the lamb she was planning on snatching she dived for it. It's wool wasn't very thick yet. The lamb was probably only days old. With her claws she stretched out and grabbed it. She felt her claws sink through it's skin and heard the lamb's cry of pain and fear.

Ryth was once again looking after his families flock. they loved to give him this job as it was the least important job and the most boring. he practised with his swords earlier in the day but stopped so he would have enough energy to face an enemy. the night was beautiful though as the stars shined with a rare beauty that night and he stood there in a position where he could see the stars and the ground around him. his slightly elevated looking was advantageous this night as he was able to see the dragon coming in for one of his sheep. the dragon was already too close for him to make a threat so he brought his sword out slowly and when it grabbed the lamb his sword came out in a flash of silver and if the dragon didn't change it's course the sword would cut part of it's wing; making it unable to fly but not maim it.

Fenella smiled she had gotten the lamb. But before she had a chance to escape a flash of silver and than a severe pain in her wing made her drop the lamb and tumble to the ground. Her eyes where filled with fear and her scales quickly changed from blue violet to a light blue as she filled with fear and began to panic. She spread her wings and tried to fly but the cut in her wing ripped more. She let out a cry of pain and folded her wings to her said. Blood was spilling from the wound staining the grass beneath her read. Looking around she tried to find a way to escape. But with out being able to fly she wouldn't be able to. She backed away from the viking knowing he was going to kill her next. She had heard the story's from passing dragons about how viscous vikings where. They where almost as bad as dragons.

looking at the downed dragon he noticed that it's colour changed which perplexed him. he didn't immediately bother with it as he sheathed his sword and led the lamb back to the flock to make sure it wasn't abducted while he took care of the dragon. after it was safely returned he walked up behind the dragon, still perplexed by it's colour change and grabbed it's muzzle tight so it couldn't breathe fire on him. knowing he couldn't understand the dragon and it wouldn't understand him he pointed it's muzzle to the flock so it could see him pointing to it before moving his finger and the muzzle back towards him to try and convey his ownership of the flock. after this he opened up it's wings and realised that the cut was ripped further than his sword cut and he placed it back at the dragon's side. turning around he started walking to the house knowing that his brother would come and take his shift and didn't want to need to kill the dragon if he didn't have to and ruin his experiment. he waved for the dragon to follow him as he walked but he always kept an eye on it so he could dodge a fireball.

Fenella watched the boy curiously why did he not finish her? She watched as he picked the lamb up and carried it back to the flock. Thinking she might be able to escape she was about to try and run away. But stopped as the boy headed back to her. Filled with fear she feared he was coming to finish her. Fenella took a deep breath to breath flames to keep him away. But he was to quick and squeezed her muzzle shut. She was forced to swallow it. She began shaking her head trying to get him to let her go. When that didn't work she brought up her right foot and raked his claws towards him. She didn't want to hurt him to much just get him to let her go. She watched as he motioned the the sheep to him. Obviously trying to tell her something. Maybe this herd of sheep belonged to him.

Finally the boy let go of her muzzle, but than he grabbed her wing she jumped afraid he was going to do more damage to the already badly injured wing. But he shortly let go of it after examining it. After that he headed to a building, it must be his den. As he motioned for her to fallow him she tilted her head curiously. Yet again her scales changed colors as her fear was replaced with Yellow with a touch of blue violet. She was confused about the boys actions. But at the same time she was curious about what he planned to do. Keeping low to the ground she slowly fallowed him. But keeping a good distance between them. This was a no experience for her and it was kind of exciting.

walking along he saw the dragon change colour as it changed colours again as it followed. walking home he marvelled at his position; he looked at the actions of dragons in such a way that he has a dragon following him out of most likely curiosity instead of attacking him. he continues to wonder about how the Vikings could claim territory of their livestock like animals claim their territory until he reached the house. there he held up a hand for the dragon to stop following and entered the house. greeting his mother and dealing with his mothers disdain he brought his shirt that he was stitching up before then walked outside. there he showed the dragon the rip before sewing it up all with the dragon seeing the hide being repaired. after this was done he opened the dragon's wing and placed the needle near the tear, looking at the dragon questioningly

Fenella continued to fallow the boy viking until he held a hand up. She tilted her head wondering what it meant. Maybe he wanted her to wait here. A flicker of fear passed her and it showed in her scales but soon disappeared. She gave nod and lied down on the ground to wait. He wasn't gone long. When he came out he held some kind of skin up. It had a cut in it much like her wings and than there was something putting back together. They where healing it. When he touched her wing she wanted to jump back but she was to curious to know what he was going to do. She stayed still and waited to see what he was going to do next. So far this boy viking seemed to be all right except for when he hurt her protecting what she thought must be his herd.

looking at the dragon he saw more curiosity than nervousness and realised he didn't explain to it that it would hurt. so making sure it was watching he pricked his arm and showed it the blood welling up before moving the needle back to the wing

Fenella watched as he used that thing he held and poked himself. It was a weapon for he began to bleed. It was a very tiny weapon but a weapon none the less. She flinched and stepped back. Her scales immediately turned to an icy blue again. That thing he used it to fix that skin but the skin didn't bleed. When he used it on himself the skin he was wearing now did. She stayed a few feet away from him thinking it through. If he used that thing to fix her wing then it was worth a little more pain. She was already in severe pain. When she moved her wing to hold it out for him she let out a whimper of pain. She gave her head a nod hoping he understood she was giving him permission. She than closed her eyes and turned her head away and digging her claws into the dirt readying herself for the pain to come.

Ryth analysed the dragon's actions as it looked at him prick his arm and wondered if it would agree to allow him to sew it's wing back together. noticing that it's colour changed when it noticed his pricked arm. starting to get the idea that it changed colours due to emotion he waited to see if it would agree. as it held out his wing he slowly moved his needle to the dragon's wing and when he was close he started sewing it back together as fast as he could without causing extra pain.

Fenella kept her eyes squeezed shut as the boy fixed her wing. She let out a whimper of pain. As the needle went through the thin membrane of her wing. But it was soon over with. When she no longer felt the tiny thing going through her she opened her eyes and looked at her wing. The large rip was closed shut. But she was still afraid to use it for fear of ripping it back open. She didn't know what was going to happen to her now. Surely he wouldn't kill her after just fixing her.

Looking at the boy she sat down and tilted her head, the whole time she never took her eyes off of him. "Who are you, what do you want?" Fenella asked even though she knew he couldn't understand a single word she just said. If only humans and dragons could understand each other. It would make life so much more simpler.

looking at the dragon as it looked at it's wing he saw it's colour change slightly from the pain to what he would expect to be curiosity. thinking about what he would do next he heard it "speak" to him he looked towards it and shrugged while shaking his head. he looked around the area to find where he could keep the dragon until he could take the stitches out and saw a small hole in the ground that he believed the dragon could dig out. turning to it he pointed towards the hole then stood up and started walking to it.

Fella normally wouldn't trust a human like this but considering he had just fixed her wing she figured he deserved her trust. She would still keep her guard up but maybe just maybe humans weren't as bad as she thought. She realized he had no idea what she just said. She tried to think of a way to ask him what he wanted. In the end she tried to point to him than her but lost her balance and almost fell.

She watched as he pointed to a hole before walking to it. She slowly fallowed him. When she reached the hole she sniffed it. The dirt was moist by the smell of it meaning it would be easy to dig. She pressed her injured wing to her side and walked passed him and began digging the dirt out sending it flying. She didn't even stop when some of it hit the boy.

seeing the dragon try to gesture like he was and stumble he moved to help it but it picked itself up and moved over to where he was going and started digging. he saw the change in colour again and believed that it was getting more comfortable with being near him. this development started getting him thinking about the possibility of dragons being allies instead of beings competing with the vikings for food. this got him thinking about how he could feed the dragon until it was good enough to fly again and realised that because he was in a society based on stealing he could kill two birds with one stone. he could gain a dragon ally and sate his communities desire for him to steal. he was thinking for about ten minutes and not noticing the actions of the dragon.

After several minutes of digging none stop it was deep enough and big enough. She climbed out of the tunnel and gave her body a shake to rid herself of any lingering dirt. She than scanned the area looking for something to cover the whole with. Spotting a bush she walked up to it and grabbed the bottom of it's trunk with her teeth and pulled it up and out. Fella than dragged it to her temporary den and placed it over it. Stepping back she stood up on her hind legs using her tail for balance and looked at it. She smiled the bush hid the whole unless someone looked closely they would never know it was there. She could easily lift it up and move it to enter or ext and put it back in place.

Happy with her work Fella turned back to the boy and tilted her head wondering what was next. Her belly choose that moment to growl loudly. She hadn't eaten all day and had been looking forward to trying sheep. But it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon. Maybe she could try and do some fishing. Though she had never fished with out being able to fly. She wasn't sure how it would work.