Caraxes let out a small whistle-like screech as he heard footsteps and smelt the familiar scent of his rider, Daemon. The dragons long neck outstretching towards the Targaryen Prince.

Caraxes lowered his head, nudging Daemon before his eyes drifted towards the young lad/lady next to the Prince, Daemon's child. Caraxes, at the request of Daemon, lowered his body to the ground and allowed his rider's offspring to touch his scales.