Hutazuner walked beside her, his huge size looming over her, but her slow pace suddenly left him feeling impatient. He snorted slightly, then gave her a light (to him) nudge, then he gestured with a claw. "There's a stream over that way, I can hear and smell it. Clean up, then I'll carry you." Even the strength of the blood she'd inhereted from him had it's limits. But then, as she grew used to serving her father, she would not be so wearied after words.<br/><br/>When they reached the edge of the creek, the powerful dragon stretched out on it's bank, his scales glistening in the sun as half lidded eyes of molten hue watched the lithe form of his own flesh and blood bathed in front of him.