Emily thought for a moment and shrugged.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Maybe? I'm mature enough to mate as my body has regular cycles, well as regular as they can be a dragon." </span>She looked back at him and frowned.<span style="color: #4dffff">"If a dragon flew down to your farm and stole a cow what would be your first reaction? Exactly, you and the townsfolk would try to hunt it down. Humans and every other race have spread out over this world and carved out most of the Dragon's hunting grounds. A good example is I'm from a brood located in an area called Winterspring. A place that used to be full of bears, wyverns, massive sabers, and owlbears. Well the mortal races came in and hunted those things for food but mostly for sport. What is a dragon supposed to go hunting for then? The answer is mortals, by the way. We eat you and if that's not an option we eat our eggs. Or whelps if they've already hatched." </span>She made a 'nom nom' sound and mimicked jaws with her hands as she gently grabbed the Black whelping from behind making it squeal, squirm, and hiss. Apparently deeming Frank appropriate to hold her, the child climbed out of his grip and rolled onto her side to get more comfortable in his arms and then gave Emily the death glare.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Nail broke my nose and nearly costs you your leg, that I didn't hurt the dumb brute is something she should be thankful of. If she hurts you again I'm going to tear off her horns... I hear some mortals grind up shed horns into some sort of stimulant powder."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>