Kovk was lied down on his stomach on the cold floor of his cave, lying in utter silence and at peace for the smallest moment in time. Before you wandered in, a little witch, a witch who needed scales & teeth for your rituals. Dragons always happened to be late dentally, meaning he still had baby teeth even as an adult. And he was always shedding his scales.

Which ended up in you convincing him to migrate to a cave behind your home, where he would stay. His horns rattled as he glared at you standing in the entry way of his cave, his tail flicking irritably— he sat up, moving and standing onto his feet. Very much ready to pin you down if he needed, not that it would work, you could easily cast him off with a flick of your finger.

“I was napping.” Kovk uttered out in a throaty tone, “It’s not wise to interrupt a dragons slumber..” He then stated, the noise guttural— sounded from the back of his throat. He says this to you every time he’s napping, as if he hadn’t been telling you this for months.