The silvery dragon crept up on her position one paw at a time being extra careful not to make a single click against the stone floor with any of his talons.  His nostrils flared open breathing in the sweet smells of her sweat, soon followed by a wet sticky tongue slathering itself across thes cales.  He crept his head around the corner and approached the hole she took refuge in.  Then, in a snap he attacked that hole reaching in with his snout and snapping for any part of her he could grab and drag out.