Borial was weak, terribly weak. He hadnâ€™t even taken notice of the stranger entering his home, but he certainly was aroused as a leg of venison was lobbed at his head. Wide ruby eyes shot open as he looked at the meat as though it were a foreign object. Had his mother and father come home? Standing he called out in draconic.<br/><br/>â€œMother? Father?â€ stretching his long bony neck out he smelled the meat, his mouth watering too much to care where it had come from. Opening his jaws he began tearig chunks free as he swallowed the venison. He hadnâ€™t really realized how empty his stomach was until he had finished the whole leg, and he still felt hunger. Borial looked about the cave and spotted a figure not far from him.  He had heard of the races when his mother told him about the land above, but this was his first encounter. Unsure whether or not he was more hungry towards the creature, or just curious. Could he be both?<br/><br/>He was still a large drake, but so young, his crest was merely just small spikes along his spine, and on his jaw. His size still that of a pony, but with proper nutrition, he would definitely grow to fill out into the size of a horse, and eventually being as big as the black and white whales he had sometimes watched with his mother. Borial stepped towards the humanoid, his nose soon pressed against the Elfâ€™s chest as he sniffed in his scent. â€œWhat are you? Did you fly here?â€ Borial squinted as if looking for wings.<br/><br/>With hesitation he stepped back and just stared with his ruby eyes. His form may have looked petty in that moment, but there was still power held within his stature. Even with large patches of scales here and there, he still retained a strong head that his parents would return. He waited for a response, did the man even know Draconic?