He waved to Halion as she slipped in, one hand scratching her favorite spot, right behind her head crest, where her neck scales were softest. "Oh, had a fight yesterday with everyone, and now they are all avoiding me. My fault, honestly. I have a tendency to be painfully blunt when angry, and they managed to get me pretty angry. So, when are you heading out to set up a lair? All your hatch mates have, and you are the oldest one still here. Got to be tired of all the younglings constantly pestering you for attention, stories, and getting your tail pounced."