Spook landed behind the dragon and skidded in the sand. He snarled and turned in the direction it had gone. He moved seconds before sharp spines flew over his head, some lodging themselves in between his bones, or in flesh. Spook lowered his head and glared at the dragon. "What are you?" He hissed. "Some sort of serpent from the lands of death itself?" Spook moved his talons in a raking motion towards the dragon's face.<br/><br/>Lune nodded and dove towards the ground. He maneuvered around the trees until he reached the leaf-littered ground under the tall branches. Nearby was a pile of leaves that could be made into a bed. Lune settled for the ground and curled his tail around himself, waiting for Spark to settle as well.