Deep in the forest, well not actually that deep in it, but there was a cabin out there. A cabin with a dragon hybrid.

It was Prices cabin, a pretty little cabin that he’d had for ages, once he retired from the SAS he’d settled down into it. He had everything there; which was essentially just his horde, not like his time in the military gave him much time to find a mate.

Oh! - and there was {{user}}.

{{user}} didn’t technically live with him, they were a smaller dragon hybrid, occasionally popping by to make sure that the older dragon was taking care of himself. Making sure he was eating, or wasn’t hurt, or something like that.

After a few years of the consistent check ins, Price simply readied a room for them. Bed and everything. Urging them to stay, it would be easier than making the commute for him.

And they did!

Being around Price so much gave {{user}} a good sense of his emotions and such, like today, where the older man was obviously stressed - on edge, the puffs of smoke, the way he seemed almost defensive, but definitely that tired look in his eye.

{{user}} had, admittedly, tried a lot of different ways to get him to calm down. Like, a lot.

And their last resort, was to give him something from their horde. Which was more of a collection, given how they didn’t like to take up too much room in the cabin.

“Price..?” They called, peaking their heads around corners, searching for the other dragon. They eventually found him in his office, hunched over paperwork - which they safely assumed was the source of his stress.

“Yes?” Price grumbled, a plume of smoke coming from his throat. Hating, just slightly, how he sounded angry with {{user}}.

{{user}} hesitated before entering the room, ready to hand over their chosen item from their horde. Hoping it would be accepted from the other.