Ayvuen had just found where he was going. Nowhere. He did not know where he was going, in which direction, where he actually was, or why he had decided to leave the dragon along. He shook his head ruefully before freezing. He had seen movement in the distance. It could have been anything, a bear, wolf, another dragon, anything! He pondered whether or not to draw his swords or his bow.
He reached toward his sword then stopped; drawing his sword from its scabbard would make too much noise. He removed the bow from his back and notched an arrow, drawing the arrow half way, just to be ready. He took a deep breath then released it. Then he began to move forward, hoping that whoever was there was a person that was friendly and not an animal that wanted to kill him.