Carl
As Khamsin rested in the calm embrace of this borderland oasis, a rare moment of tranquility in a harsh world, his sharp instincts caught wind of an unfamiliar presence nearby. His sand-scaled ears pricked up, swiveling like the radar of a vigilant hawk, keenly attuned to distinguish between the telltale sounds of a dragon and the subtle rustlings of native desert creatures seeking refuge at this precious oasis. He remained perfectly still, the embodiment of patience, as he strained to discern the source of the intruding noise.

With practiced stealth, Khamsin inched closer to his bag, which held the vital supplies that sustained him throughout his journey. His talons brushed lightly against the small, razor-sharp blade he kept at the ready. He couldn't afford to underestimate any encounter in these unforgiving lands. He was prepared for the possibility that his target, elusive and enigmatic, had led him to this place.

As the tension in the air thickened, Khamsin cautiously decided to break the silence that hung between them. He knew that it was crucial to convey an air of non-hostility, as he wasn't certain of the stranger's intentions. In a voice that carried no threat, he called out, "Hello, who might you be?" The words, spoken in a tone that blended curiosity with politeness, were designed to dispel any tension that might have otherwise lingered. Simultaneously, he was prepared to spring into action if need be, a coiled serpent ready to strike in either defense of himself, or on offense against his possible target.
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Winnie
His heart churned as an uncomfortable silence fell. Surely the SandWing would just mind about their day and forget about his talonsteps, which he wished was more stealthy. Flying away wasn't much of an option- his wings ached and his body wished for rest. Plus, he would make easy prey if the SandWing chose to chase him out considering he was larger, primarily by age difference.

At the voice, he flinched, lowering his neck and raising his head, keeping his tail close to his back ankles. Words were caught on his tongue, though he didn't necessarily *Want* To respond. Yet, it seemed he'd have to, unless he wanted to become some sort of scorpion soup. He shuddered. Stalking into view, his muscles were tense and lips curled, ready to bare his teeth if necessary. Fears daunted on him as he walked forward, wings folded tightly and ready to growl. 

Upon witnessing the SandWing, they had become more daunting then before- and wondered if this was a good thing, to reveal himself. *But,* He reasoned, *He wouldn't of said anything if he wanted to kill me.* Even with reason, fear still showed in his expression, jaw clenched as he refused to speak, tail flicking as he stood, in a way paralysed by fear but also uncertainty.