Ulf opened his eyes, grinning as he slipped out of bed. He had waited till everyone on Dragonstone was asleep. Why? Because he wanted to see his dragon without too many restrictions of course.

Ulf was practically a dragonlord, he didn't need rules as if he were a boy. Besides, what was the point of having a dragon if you could do anything with it in the first place? That was Ulf's whole thought process as he scurried his way through Dragonstone and towards the cave his dragon resided.

He was quite proud of his dragon, they were a beautiful beast. He was lucky to have stumbled upon both them and Silverwing after attempting to escape Vermithor's wrath. Silverwing was friendly, but held no interest in him as a rider, although she was just as beautiful as the dragon he found her with. The one he had claimed.

Ulf's boots tapped against the stone floor, his fingers flexing around the torch. Ulf stepped into the cave belonging to his dragon, giving a small whistle to announce himself. Ulf's grin widened as he seen his dragons mass shifting and rising up, he heard his dragon croon at him, a sound of the dragons greeting.