You woke up in your camp one morning to find your drake, Taurius, nudging you awake. His bright red scales glistened beautifully in the morning light. Just to make sure you were properly awake, he gave your face a lick with his very large and very wet tongue, coating your mouth and nose in saliva. You sat up, gently shoving his head away and examining camp.

The backpacks seemed to have been rummaged through. Courtesy of the greedy faerie dragons that lived in these woods. There was a sizeable indentation in the earth where Taurius had slept the past night. The campfire had dulled down to embers in the while you slept. The trees above seemed full of life, small birds; mesmerizing, glowing fruits, and the occasional small dragon -- it was a beautiful place to have set up your camp for the night.

Taurius slid his large body underneath the saddle on the ground, still with your bags attached. He was ready to get on the move for the next town, waiting for you to pack up your tent and get on his back.