Few things are as large to a grown dragon, though by their standards Kassir'a was still young. Her bones would not decorate any mountainsides for quite some time, or at least, that's what she hoped. The Blood Maiden swept low over the mountainside, spotting the bones and just barely catching a flicker of the hatchling as she flew by. She slowed her reckless plunge and turned back, circling until she spotted the child again. She hovered, wings moving slowly and powerfully to lower her until she could see the hatchling more clearly. A hundred feet out, the massive female tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes.
Ku're'na'vaed'a Her mind opened up, flowing toward the child and touching gently, trying to make contact with the use of telepathy. Hatchling The word was repeated in the common tongue, hoping the dragonlette would understand. I do not harm. Her voice was powerful, rich, a deep alto that rang with truth. Her wings adjusted to move her closer to where the hatchling perched, and she beat her wings harder to fly up and land above and to the right side of where the body lay, trying not to frighten the child, her mind still trying to connect with the child's to provide reassurance.
I am Kassir'a dar'i Ka'de'yur'a Ah'k'nele'u-- Kassir'a the Blood Maiden. Let me help you. Kassi's Elvish is probably foreign to the hatchling-- it's an ancient and long-dead dialect, and she was the last speaker as far as she knew. She heard claws clicking on bone and turned her head to look, but she could not see very well. The child was on one of the few areas of the body above the ground, and Kassi worried something bad was going to find her. Something is in those bones with you, new-wing. I do not know if it is Kallu'shir or not. I can't see into them. Let me help you, ka'de'ah'ke'lu du'we'kle'te'a, daughter dragoness.
Kassi was right-- something was in the bones, but nothing that wanted to hurt the child. It was Kallu'shir, come to reunite with his mother after a failed search for something to snack on. The two and a half year old wolf looked around, hoping there was a way out so he could get to Kassi faster than having to climb around or over this heap of body. Familiar tendrils of thought and imagery entered his head then, and he warmed slightly knowing that Kassi was still with him despite physical distance. Pictures danced in his mind, sent from her. A scaly-reptile-fire-breath-lizard, pale in color, and... tiny. Kallu blinked in surprise, and he heard her rumble of amusement in his head. More pictures. Kassi wanted to save her, to take the hatchling home with them.
Kallu's head tilted in confusion, and another rumble of amusement graced his head. Apparently, the scaly-reptile-fire-breath-lizard was so small because it was a puppy. Defenseless, unable to use its fire-breath or fly away from danger, it was a miracle the hatchling had lived this long without a mother. Naturally, his mother wanted to take the poor thing in and help it grow big and strong and fierce, the way she'd done for Kallu himself. The wolf's shoulders rolled in a shrug of indifference-- he didn't care if they brought it home with them, but the left paw was his to ride in. Another image came, one of the two of them sharing the paw. He huffed in annoyance, but realized Kassi wouldn't be able to land with only two paws in use.
Worry not, little-wing, it's my son in the bones with you. He is young like you, but a wolf. She really hoped her words were reaching the child. In case she didn't know what a wolf was, Kassi attempted to send an image of Kallu to her. He would like to be your friend. So would I.