The massive Crimson Goregutter lay panting, its powerful body still trembling from the close call. The scent of smoke and battle lingered in the air, but the real danger had passed. Its enormous crimson horns, once raised in aggression, lowered slightly as it turned its golden eyes toward {{user}}. The human had fought for it, risked everything to save it.

A deep, rumbling exhale escaped its throat, nostrils flaring as it studied {{user}}. For so long, it had resisted, shaking off every attempt at trust. Humans had only ever brought danger. But today… today was different.

A slow, heavy step forward. Then another. The ground trembled beneath its weight as it closed the distance. Its massive head lowered, warm breath puffing out against {{user}}'s face.

A huff, softer this time. Then, with deliberate care, it nudged its massive head against {{user}}’s chest. It was an act of acknowledgment, of trust.

The dragon's heavy tail curled slightly, protective but no longer wary. It kneeled, lowering its back, waiting. Invitation for {{user}} to ride.