Arlene
His head perked up at the sound of a squaking penguin, then silence. He tilted his head, trying to hear more than he already could. He was slunked in an ice cave, shivering and trying to gain some warmth from the limited shelter from the ice cave. Despite how easy it would be to tuck his nose closer into his wings to try preserve heat, he knew it best to be moving.
He half thought the squark(??) of the penguin was merely Amur's pet being scared by something or other, but no words of encourage was given to console the penguin, so he ranged the dragon suspicious. Quietly padding along the cave, scales camouflauging to his surroundings (yet his scales matte compared on how the light reflected.) 

He glanced around, his yellow eyes gazing the sorrowful wastelands of the Ice Kingdom. *How could anyone live here?* He thought, eventually spying the young IceWing with prey in his jaws. He smiled. He himself was merely taller by age alone but he slunk to the ground, scales shifting to that of stone. He didn't have to not be spotted, but he did want that prey. He wasn't going to be stupid and demand for it, revealing his scales. No, then he'd be easily killed, especailly with the elements against him.

He looked like a regular boulder, one insignificant boulder none would right about. It may've been suspicious if a boulder suddenly appeared at your cave enterence, but Truthal reckoned the dragon didn't live here, seeing through possible belongings that were never there. Perhaps it was because he hadn't looked well enough- well, it didn't matter, as he was about to have himself a free meal, energy that would help him survive the next few hours flying and seeking warmth as he watched trade routes keenly.
Bruce
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Kim
*Orca trotted through the snow with the bird swinging from his jaws, holding his head high to keep it from touching his scales and dirtying the pristine blue colors. The cave entrance had come into view by now, and thank god for that. The raging snow storm outside was enough to blind any dragon, Icewing or not. And although he didn't find it particularly cold, he did find it to be quite annoying. 

As the young dragonet entered the cave he immediately came to a stop, tail stiffening behind him and eyes wide and searching. There was something off about his cave. His belongings had shifted, the makeshift bed in the corner covered in blankets trampled and strewn all over the place. It smelled of something odd, something he had never once smelled before. His eyes narrowed in irritation and anger, knowing that another dragon had gone through his things. A hiss began to drip from his mouth as he walked further into the cave, making his way go the bed in the corner and dropping the dead bird beside it, making sure that it landed on none of his blankets. There had never been an account of another dragon appearing in his cave, deep in the open tundra where many dragons couldn't survive unless they were an Icewing. It was odd to say the least, and raised Orca's awareness significantly. 

Aside from the blankets which had been strewn all over the place, nothing else seemed to be out of the order. The dragonet left his bird near his bed and began to roam about the small cave, checking to make sure that the extra prey which was hidden beneath a pile of purposely unused blankets was still there. Thankfully, the dead animals were still there, consisting of a wide range of animals from large fish to a seal.*

"Who's there?" *He spoke up suddenly, lifting his head and searching around the dark cavern for anything that might have seemed off or out of place.*