Hvit closed the door behind them, shutting out the chill he so loved. But this little bird was not built for the cold, so for now, he would abide.
He managed to get out a, "You're welcome," before he was overwhelmed by the flood of questions which he proceeded to try and sort through, "These are the Thunderblacks, my home, and I am Hvittraak Vaengi'Katleinn, Great White Drake of the peaks. I believe that answers three of you questions at once. As for why I saved you, well, if we dragons do not look out for eachother, who will?"
In all honesty it was simple curiosity that had spurred him on, but he had learned long ago that it was a benevolent disposition that led others to be trusting, and therefore more easily swayed in the future. A simple trick, but one that worked, "As for my size, I am a dragon. I am old, and I have grown. Surely your dam or sire were of a similar size, if perhaps not just as large, little hatchling?"
