Locke wasn't planning on doing anything soon when out of no where he felt as if someone had brushed of the liquid on his fur drying him off. Stunned by the sudden feeling he uncurled himself to check noticing his dry fur he smiled wondering how this happened. "Fate smiles upon us young dragon, it seems we were meant to be friends" he said cheerfully at the dragon smiling "I'm sorry for the foul mood I was in, I really hate being wet." he told Lenger