Tim was not in a good situation right now.

He had been hunting in the forest with his best friend, the current next-in-line to the crown, since they were the child of the current Monarch.

He had wandered off from his friend, having spotted a large deer that seemed to be calling for him, tugging at his chest and making smoke puff out of his nose every time he exhaled.

It looked juicy, with blood dripping down its leg from an injury, ND just as the string went taught and he got ready to shoot he heard a loud shout from about a yard away.

He immediately let go of the arrow and it went straight through the deer's neck, but that didn't matter because that was his best friend's scream, and that meant they were in danger.

Before he could even think, his bones started to creak and he was suddenly in dragon form, running over and tearing into whatever being had attacked his crush— friend. His friend.

And then he transformed back, panting, his body covered in the blood of some thug that thought he could get the upper hand, smoke gathering infront of his face.

When he went to look at his best friend he suddenly froze, as his friend was staring up at him with wide eyes from where they were situated on the ground.

"Uh..." He said hesitantly, not knowing where to start. "I can explain."