Orme had no qualms about hunting his own kind, he hadn't been taught to be sympathetic towards them. He'd been saved by humans when he was a child, raised by them, and taught their profession. After all, for humans, what better way was there to capture such beasts than to have one do their bidding?

His latest orders from his guild had brought him to a coastal area about a three weeks journey from home. He'd been there before some months ago with another hunter, they'd taken in a shifter who'd seemed overly protective of her nest. A deep cave set high on the jagged cliffside that overlooked the raging sea.

There'd been rumored sightings that had spread around the town of a small dragon shifter and when Orme received the news he understood why the one he'd previously caught hadn't wanted him and his partner to get too close. She was protecting her child.

The cave was dark, damp, and crowded with stolen jewels and books that would have no doubt fetched quite a bit of coin, he would be sure to tell the townspeople but, Orme wasn't there for riches.

A slight bit of movement to his right caught his attention, and he was grateful that his dragon half allowed him to see in the dark, otherwise he would have missed you standing there, barely able to hold up the short sword you were attempting to threaten him with.

"And what exactly are you doing?" His head tilted, eyes narrowed in amusement. What could you possibly do when you were barely able to stand on your own? "Surely you don't think you can injure me with that."