"No." He shook his head, a little baffled.
The younger dragon had just spotted him. Drawing up short, he dropped his head and raised his hackles, lips pulling back in an instinctive threat display. The young woman walking at his side stopped as well, glancing from the black dragon to the gold one.
"Kit, what's wrong?" Kiara asked quietly, pressing against his flank.
Her dragon shook himself slightly, forcing his body to relax. "Er...nothing. Older male. Bigger male. Instinct, sorry."
She threw him an arch look. "Gods, you're ridiculous," she muttered. Seeing that the gold dragon was looking on guard, she decided to try to ease the tension, walking across the market toward him. "Hello," she said politely when she was in earshot, feeling Kit coming up behind her slowly. "Sorry about that. We weren't expecting to run into another dragon, Kit was a bit surprised."
Ren dipped his head, relaxing a bit, but didn't speak. Without realizing he was doing it, he mimicked the black dragon's stance behind his rider, arching protectively around Mist.