Axael jumped the moment he heard the roar, looking up at the mountain top where Triske roared in his anger. Perhaps it was because he had been a part of Triske for a small portion of time (though he couldn't remember it happening. All he knew was that the idea of being eaten by the dragon wasn't frightening in the least). Climbing back towards the cave, the young man felt the burning anger within his own spirit.<br/><br/>"Master!" Axael called up to him, for he couldn't climb any closer. This was a bit of a disappointment, but really the ledge was too high. "What's wrong? You seem so angry! Is there something I could do to help?"