Gwyntaan slipped through the door with all the aplomb of a house-cat - not exactly the easiest thing to do considering the relatively small corridors of the ship, and the fact that the dragon was the length of a horse.  He did have the consideration to arrange himself in a relatively space-conserving way, sitting back on his haunches with his tail curled around his front claws.  He was, after all, more flexible than a horse.<br/><br/>As Captain started to talk, he watched the human intently, his head slightly tilted to one side.  Despite not being able to form English words, the dragon had learned a lot of them during his tenure among humans - first from a crew of poachers and smugglers, and then later from Captain and the rest of the crew.  He wasn't entirely sure if Captain knew how<em>much</em>he understood, or if the man spoke merely to break the silence.<br/><br/><em>A new start.</em><br/><br/>He closed his 'glare lids' as he considered the question, shifting his normally blue eyes to pale purple, and rustled his wings slightly.  He wasn't sure about the way this place smelled, but he had detected the presence of small scuttling creatures along with the larger ones.  Many of the larger ones were still small enough to be potential prey.  Naturally, he'd have to get a closer look at them, but the initial prospects were promising on the food front.<br/><br/>Water seemed to be a different matter.  Still relatively fresh from the moist air of the sea, Gwyntaan wasn't sure about how much - if any - surface water was around.  Then there was the question about whether it was drinkable.  Humans tended to be pickier about what qualified as 'drinkable', so that would take some scouting.  At any rate, they'd landed safely, so there would be plenty of opportunity to abandon this den if it proved unfit.<br/><br/>He blinked again, rousing himself from his contemplation.  New start.  New beginning.  New journey.  All journeys started somewhere, and as dubious a way-station as this was, it was a 'start'.  With a soft chirrup, he butted his head lightly against Captain's arm.  The ship was still his 'den', but for now, this place could be 'territory'.