"Suppose you're right." Ewan thought he heard more scuttling in the rocks as they crept up the path, but thought nothing of it. Probably just the wind. He could feel heat emanating from the rock. Was an eruption coming? Could he manage to become a bird again?
As the duo neared the second ledge from the top they heard a shrill cry and an arrow whizzed past Ewan. A warning shot. It came from a tiny lizardman covered in red plumage. Soon more of the strange theropods, all screeching, squawking, and waving spears were upon them. Ewan's eyes widened as he backed up defensively, book in hand and spells at the ready. Pension could make out some of the words: Intruder, Trespasser, Invader. It was a primitive form of the dialect spoken by many avian peoples.
"I - uh- do you understand them? I could... poison them... or... try and become a dragon... maybe..." the boy looked to Pension, mind racing.