*The dragon looks at Arkain and blinks at the nuzzle and rub, before returning the nuzzle to Arkain, he then looks at the outside*....yes...the storm.... *The grey dragon keeps watching the entrance, like protecting the group of any unfriendly guest, he looks at the ottsel and tilts his head softly before blinking, looking a bit surprised but just for some seconds, his face showing again a neutral emotion "What's wrong? I don't understand at all . . . Eric, nothing is wrong. . .and I'm sorry to hear your parents left you alone when you were young . . .*the dragon looks at the entrance, his eyes closing half way while he hmmm's very quietly, just Arkain heard him*<br/><br/>{no problem Arkain, take care bud *hugs*}