"No offense to the Stags." Silver said walking into the large stables as his father's workers brought out the nine Stags and got them ready for their yearly trip "But a regular old sled used to deliver gifts to thousands of dragons on a large continent all in one Clawsnight is just-..." Silver suddenly cut himself off, seeing more workers pull out a large, old but sturdy, familiar sled, carved elegantly with engravings telling stories of Clawsnights of old, memories of the first time he ever rode that sled filing his mind "Alright, fine." Silver says, sneakily using his scarf to wipe a tear "Just one more ride."