Ulf yelped as he stumbled his way down the hill that lead to his dragon, Silverwing, as if he wasn't already delirious from the alchohol, hitting his head might make it worse.

When Ulf hit the bottom, he let out a groan and sat up, rubbing his face and glancing around before he grumbled out in a raspy yet slurred tone.

"Silverwing? Where are you, old girl...."

Ulf muttered, his eyes soon landing on Silverwing and his lips curling back into a grin, standing up and making his way over to her, it was only when he was inches away, did he realize there was another dragon sat with her, an unfaimiliar one.