Garrick wandered through the tundra silently, when a scent caught his attention. He followed the scent to the corpses of the winter dragons, and began to approach one. The scent of the blood drew him closer, almost commanding him to destroy the dragon with his claws like it was natural. He forced himself to step back as he examined the corpse, trying to remain in control as he felt the darkness begin to take over. "No, I...can't.....ugh.." Garrick said as his body began to approach the dragon again, his will beginning to wane. As he reached the body he remembered the feather Xell had given him, and gripped it with a his last bit of will. The darkness retreated as Garrick returned to human form, his hands trembling as he walked away from the scene back towards camp.