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Xanath watched as Solaris turned his attention from the werewolf. The two dragons watched each other for a moment, the black's gaze unfaltering. He was bigger and most likely stronger then the other. Neither was he fooled by the other's attempt to appear larger. Eventually the golden creature relaxed, Xanath saw that it was ready to play. The mood was infectious, the chaos wraith wasn't mature enough to avoid his juvenile energy. His own tail started flicking back and forth playfully. Yet the dragon's gaze never moved from the other. Xanath was going to show he was the strongest in front of this young two-leg, gain its respect. There was more then the will to conquer however. Xanath felt connected to this two-leg, there was an air of confidence and trouble around him that Xanath liked. He would tell him, after he had proven he was stronger. The black serpent moved closer and circled Solaris. In a moment he coiled his hind legs, launching himself forwards.

His leap brought him to the ground in front of the other, passing at an angle. He didn't stop there, he rebounded from the hard rock. His second lunge took him past the other a shorter distance. With a quick scrabble he halted his momentum, trying to swing his body around so he was once again facing his friendly opponent. The maneuver was not elegant but it was executed without him crashing into the new two-leg that arrived. He was quite proud of it. Xanath, now no longer hugging the ground, stood strongly on all four limbs as he stepped in closer. A mischievous twinkle in his sharp yellow eyes, reflected in the energetic quivering of his wings and the flicking of his tail. He closed as far as he dared, with biting distance if he stretched. Then he waited for Solaris to make the next move.