Aladia eyed the chest filled with various implements of keeping people and beast tamed. She personally didn't like it, though this was a far better solution than simply allowing him to get harmed. So she smirked at the man, accepted the items gracefully, and returned to Winter.<br/><br/>She watched as he carefully behaved by allowing the collar to be placed, and then follow along when she walked towards the tent. Her had reached out to grasp his, her mind showing him pictures of the process, and a feeling of comfort that went with it. It was even more protective than the previous methods. When they arrived she moved him over to the furs, and put the robe she was offered over his head. It was a careful process, requiring her to move it about where she held the leash, and not allowing him to see her let go of it at any one moment. Slight fear that he would attempt escape. He did not, and seemed content for now.<br/><br/>It was then that she helped him to settle into the furs, covering him carefully. She had no clue that he did not ever feel cold, so she did what anyone would with a young one. She tucked him into a bed for warmth. At last it was her own turn, and she tucked up into the bed roll, turned to watch him and after a long while, drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she heard him shifting, and then pulling at her hold on the leash gently to get her to release it that she cracked open an eye to watch the dragon attempt an escape. She smiled as he tossed off the robe with abandon and then darted for the tent flap. Even greater was the slighlty startled nature he took with what he saw scared him back into the tent and had him diving beneath the furs. She was sure that he was still thinking of escape, and frankly she had that very much in common with him. She didn't fault him for it, nor would she punish him either. She took it as a lesson learned for the night, and once he was settled in and resting, dozed back off herself.<br/><br/>It was the next morning when she heard, and smelled the breakfast that was greeting the camp. She inhaled deeply, remembering many a morn that had been greeted with similar smells at the castle. She may have been afforded the possibility of eating many things, but in the mornings she had rarely partaken of a large amount of food. She simply did not desire it. Now, a year or better out on her own, she wasn't nearly so picky. And her appetite was quite a bit more aggressive in the mornings. So her suspicions were immediately aroused. It was not the first time a man had attempted to use food as bait to trap her. The motivations varied however, and since none had attempted to attack her or Winter in the night, she was inclined to at least be civil.<br/><br/>But first, more urgent morning matters had to be attended to, which meant she needed to find a quiet corner away from prying eyes. But it seemed likely that she was going to have to hold that thought, as Winter stirred from his sleep and looked up at her sleepily, and sheepishly. She sent out a thought at his naughty behavior last night, as he put on the robe. She did not have a hold of his leash, so instead she reached out her hand for him to take as she stepped out into the camp. She nearly winced when the booming voice of the leader reached her ears and began to lead her over to some grandiose feast.<br/><br/>It looked delicious, but she knew she had best not partake until after she had heard what he said. It would be a most clever trap indeed, to poison her into a sleep until they reached the castle. So as the man spoke, she said nothing, just allowed him to continue on in his boisterous manner explaining things. Her hand loosening upon Winter's as he seemed to prattle on for quite sometime about this plan he had to see them all well off. It wasn't a bad plan at all. But it needed some adjustments. Adjustments that she was going to talk about, just as Winter decided to make a break for the forest once more.<br/><br/>She sighed a bit, and placed her arms crossed before her chest as she watched the youngling attempt to break free, only to be turned back around to her direction. She kept her eye on him as he hid behind her and again, with much sterner imagery told him how dangerous, and foolish it was to attempt to go anywhere without her protection. Crom then told her to yell at the group of men, to which she arched a brow and smiled a bit. "I have yet to raise my voice even once to relay my messages. I do not see a need to do so now. Calling out a request is different, but still shows just as strong a pull. " Aladia moved a hand down to softly place it upon Winter's head and pet it slowly. She chastised in her head gently, but no hitting, screaming, or anything overtly violent was going to be directed at him.<br/><br/>When he spoke slowly she smiled and kneeled down so that their noses touched. "Good Winter, very good boy. Speaking is very important for people to see just how very clever you are. It protects to be able speak, well, and clearly. So now that is your task, do you understand?" She asked him softly and then pulled away to look up at Crom. "Of course he speaks, he is sentient. You have been hunting, and killing beings that are just as intelligent, and self-aware as we are. It's like murdering children for their skins." She told him slowly and then looked at every member of band of hunters. Letting it sink in just precisely what they were really doing. When it was clear they were uncomfortable with the thought she nodded slowly and then reached up a hand to Crom.  "I have a few things that need be added to your "crime". First off, you have all been traveling me in an escort upon me receiving dreams to find the great white dragonling. It was fate that lead us to band together. You have ensured my survival, and respected my purity and mission. Upon finding Winter, you trapped him only so long as I could ensure he was the one I had been dreaming about finding, that he impressed upon me immediately, and we began the journey back. Where Winter and I learned to fly together, as was decreed in the prophetic dream. This is how it shall be, then there was never a crime committed, only the aquisition of a prized White Dragon for Her Royal Highness Aladia Dawnbringer of the House of Murr. Are we quite clear Crom?"