Harold
Bogi flew over the den, looking for a place to relax for a moment. Spotting the oasis from afar, she landed nearby, finding a spot to sit down. Spotting warmonger, she simply waved, before directing her attention elsewhere.
Hanna
The large dragon blinked at the sight of a newcomer. Rainwings in the desert weren't unheard of- it was obviously the best place to get some sun- but they weren't common around here, and the sight of this one piqued Warmonger's interest. Climbing to her feet and giving her wings a shake, the hybrid lumbered over, tail barb lowered to lessen any signs of aggression. "Hey there," She greeted amiably, taking in the new dragon from horns to tail. "Haven't seen you around before- the name's Warmonger." She wasn't *Great* At conversation, but she tried to come across as welcoming, especially since she herself was a common sight at the oasis. She wanted others to feel comfortable enough to bring their problems to her, or another available Outclaw. "Here to stay or just passing through?"
Harold
"Just passing through, resting a bit. It's been a long flight. The name's Bogi, by the way." Its hard to tell, but she seems... Tense. Unnaturally so, for a rainwing.
Hanna
Warmonger nodded, dark eyes doing another take. "Everything alright there, Bogi?" She asked. "Some kinda trouble you're running from?" Her tail remained lowered, but her guard had raised ever so slightly, only showing in the form of tightening shoulders. Because despite her earlier internal monologue about boredom, Warmonger didn't want any real trouble coming to the Scorpion Den or any of its inhabitants, among which there were many dragonets.
Harold
"...Yeah, a bit of trouble back home. I'm just clearing my head is all." She paused. "...A-Anyway, is there something wrong?"
Hanna
She shook her head. "You aren't in any trouble, just checkin' in. Anything that might follow you here?" Warmonger pressed a little further, though she tried to make herself look more relaxed; Bogi seemed nervous, whether it was because of her or the 'trouble,' and Warmonger didn't want to make it any worse. "Gotta be prepared in case anything pops up, y'see."
Harold
"No, it's fine. They wouldn't come all the way out here." She looked down "They aren't a great fighter, so you should be fine"
Hanna
Well, now she just felt bad. "Well," Warmonger started again, clearing her throat slightly, "You've got nothing to worry about here. If you're in need of a meal or a good bed, I'll be glad to get you a good deal. Or you can stick with me if you like," She tried for a grin; Warmonger knew her bulk could be offputting, and used it to her advantage when breaking up scuffles.