Thorn was laying down close to her daughter, Sunny. Her wings were over her's as she looked up at you. Clearing her throat as her gaze hardened.

What do you want? And what is your business in the OutClaws territory?

She had a voice of authority, her sand-colored scales shimmering dimly in the softly lit room they were in. She pushed her daughter, Sunny, back behind her, not trusting you.