Huffing a growl the young drake crack whipped his tail and looked to the river ahead. â€œNathan,â€ he let his words drop as he saw that his friend was not going to move another foot for the night. Shaking his head Borial walked over to his friendâ€™s satchel, and stuck his nose into the bag in search for the flint stones. He eventually found them and gripped them with reptilian like fingers and set them down before going off to find wood like Nathan had done.<br/><br/>Borial was sensing something wrong, like being watched, and it made his scales rattle as he made quick to get back to Nathan with the firewood wrapped in his tail. Slowing down upon reaching his friend he twisted his long neck to look about. â€œNathan, something is in the woodâ€¦I donâ€™t think we should light a fire.â€ The drake looked to his friend who was paler than before and he wriggled with unease.<br/><br/>The young hatchling knew he was going to die from the lack of blood if not helped quickly. It was then however that he heard their approach. Barely, but it was there. Flaring his ear scales he let out warning like hiss, deep in the back of his throat. His tail was his only weapon other than the acid bile he could hack up, until he got his flint teeth, and horned crest, all he would have, would be his talons, tail, and the acid.