She knew it wasn't a place for a young woman to be alone. She knew dangerous things could happen to people to came here. Bandits, murderers; the list went on and on, and yet it did not concern her. The world was a bad place, and bad things happened. Either you curled into a ball, gave up, cried about it, and got killed, or you fought. That being said, she was unconcerned for an entirely different reason-- she wasn't a person. Hadn't been for fifteen years. Oh, sure, on occasion she wandered as an elven maiden with long red hair and stunning eyes with tattoos all over her body and scars that invited curious stares; but still, she wasn't a person.
She was a dragon.
Fifteen years she'd lived with scales, wings, horns, claws, and a tail. She was massive even at her young age, and would only continue growing. Her body was the invigorating red of blood, darkening to wine in some places and lightening to near-pink in others. Her eyes were the only remnants of her elven body, retaining their color despite the transformation. It didn't help to ground her in that identity, though. Her eyes didn't make her Kassir'a the Elf, not as her parents had hoped. She'd given up on Kassir'a the Elf, Kassir'a the Lady, Kassir'a the anything that wasn't animal. She was Kassir'a the Dragoness, the untamed beast who scorched any who dared come too close.
There was only one creature allowed safe passage; Kallu'shir, her wolf. Her son. She'd rescued him when he was but half a year old, and had raised him as her own. She took him everywhere as a precaution-- a safeguard against any who might wish to use him against her. Currently, he was clasped delicately in one of her massive forepaws, a cage to hold him aloft. He still had yet to overcome all his fear of flying, and he definitely preferred the ground, but he hated being separated from her and that overruled his wolf instincts.
As she headed to land in a clear patch that looked clear of pesky humans--or other humanoid species--she flew a few circles and gradually made her way down, touching her back legs to the ground first. She lowered her front half carefully, using her massive wings to help her balance. Opening the paw that held her wolf-son, she watched him scamper out. Then she tucked her wings in close to her back and settled to the ground, watching Kallu'shir play with a stick he'd found. If her muzzle would've accommodated such a gesture, she might have smiled. Instead, she simply observed with soft eyes and a warm heart.