John
Morganite and Moonstone, wanderers by nature, had eventually found their way to the Claws of the Clouds mountain range, messily chasing a goose, their combined laughter echoing across the rocks every time they barely dodged a solid collision.
"Get it together!" Morganite laughed, beating his wing loyally against the sheer cliff they had just avoided crashing into, clinging to the side like a limpet. "I'm hungry!"
"Hi Hungry-"
"Don't do it-"
*"I'm Moonstone!"* His brother cackled, tossing his head back and nearly throwing them both off the rocks.
"Oh my stars, you're the *Worst!"* Morganite shook his head, then pointed to their quickly-escaping dinner with mock anger. "Look what you did, you- you *Fiend!* Now we have to go back on an empty stomach."
"What? Oh." The two began their ascent, a lifetime of practice allowing them to easily fall into tandem as they dropped off the rocky face and coasted along the mountain, landing on a flatter surface and shaking themselves off. "Ah, don't worry, Hungry. We'll get the next one." Morganite groaned loudly.
Allen
The young icewing that hid nearby was, evidently, just as hungry as the two- if not hungrier. Seeing the goose so fully focused on running from the- two-headed dragon? She'd care about that part later- it was as if her body was seized by the primeval instinct to hunt, forcing her small, tired frame to launch at the feathered meat with amazing speed. She had never been good at it, but when situations were this dire she had no choice but to hunt down anything she could, even if it was sent her way by pure chance and it wasn't rightfully hers. Her jaws clamped around its neck, and when she was sure that it was dead she let go, heaving and rasping. Her first instinct was not to rip the bird apart, though she wanted to- she brought her talons to the gold-speckled object near her chest, looking it over until she was content it hadn't been disturbed in any great amount by the movement she made.
It then occured to her that maybe she should pay the other dragon(s? She wasn't quite sure) present some mind, which she did, locking her eyes onto the pair in anticipation of.. *Something.*
John
The two lifted their heads at the same time at the sound of such violent goose-distress, curiously following the noise until they were a few dragon-lengths away from a ragged, tired-looking Icewing.
"Aw man! There goes dinner," Moonstone whined, but cut himself short when Morganite shot him a particularly venomous look. Instead he huffed, irritated smoke drifting from his nostrils, but said nothing as Morganite called out: "Hi! Hello! We come in peace!" Morganite waved his talon in the air, as if the Icewing hadn't already spotted the pair. They advanced slowly, interrupting each other's steps to jostle their opposite head and wing.
"Yeah!" Moonstone added, fighting to avoid the claws grabbing for his snout. "And because we're really nice, you can keep the goose!" 
"Shut *Up,"* Morganite groaned. "Don't mind him, he's an idiot!" Moonstone stuck his tongue out, retaliating with his own claws, which resulted in a slap-fight between the brothers.
Allen
She was... Overcome with confusion, mostly, but still on edge. She rattled the spines her back as a warning call, narrowing her eyes. "...Hello. Thank you, for the goose. We- *I* Needed it." 
Truthfully, it made her feel better to accept the meal- not that it showed. Her heart shed layers of guilt as she was given permission to keep it, satisfied that she hadn't stolen it from the pair. 
"I'm.. Er, my name is Floe. You can have some goose, if you want, So that I can show my thanks." She stated at their necks for a while after she said that. She wasnt trying to be rude- ***Really*** Wasn't, but this was the first time she'd ever even thought two dragons could be connected like this. Did they share a stomach?? Did they have to eat for two? She hoped not. She wasn't entirely keen on giving them *Two* Portions of bird, even if she *Had* Offered.