Abraxis patrolled the perimiter of the camp his heavy claws digging into the ground as he walked when he came upon some kobolds taking a break from their labor. "Back to work whelps!" he barked at them in draconic, their shared language.  when the kobolds ignored him he spit at the leaders feet his spit igniting as it hit the air scaring the group of kobolds back to work and he kept patrolling his glave slung over his shoulder his spiked tail swishing in the wind behind him.