A second interruption? Poor David's song was malformed, like his death.

A Female. Younger than the were-boy. Dangerous, but only when herself or her liege is threatened. She could wait till the song had finished.

As the two newcomers talked angrily amongst themselves, the dragoness started towards one of the fountains, peering into the water. She stroked the water with her fingertips, leaving an icy path where her fingers touched. It was times like these she missed the snow, and the mountains. Yet, she could not go back to those empty caves.