| Jag |
Even from the distance of a dozen or so yards, Jag could feel, as much or more so than he could see, the change in the Dragon-Girl. The signs spoke of awareness, and he could feel its eyes searching with swift precision, the very trees stretching in their slow, sleepy recognition. They rarely paid mind to the creatures that creep and crawl beneath their arms, which tempted Jag to slip from its place of hiding, ears twitching against the breeze. It knew it was able to flee faster then this creature could follow if danger arose that could cause bodily harm, and the beings body language suggested it would not attempt to chase it, in any case.
Its tail slowly lowered until it almost brushed the ground, before curving into an s-shape. Jag's scaled feet griped the earth, hands bent as it advanced on four legs, with a somewhat awakward, yet efficient gate. It's body was almost feline, bright yellow eyes unblinking in curiosity. It decided to follow them, allowing them to dread on. Jag could track them with its inferred vision for miles, following their heat signatures long after they had passed out of even his sight.
Jag stopped when only several meters away, left ear flicking towards the half-breed while the majority of its attention was turned upon the Dragon-Girl. It had waited until they were settled before approaching, unconcerned as ever. Its conscious reached out, a web of thought and sentience, rather then the less effective, pesky use of words, nudging against the two creatures with little regard to privacy or personal space. It could read little with its focus so split between the two, using the words spoken aloud as a key to the thoughts kept quiet in their conscious. Demon's.... Ogre's... the scent of alchohal, fouling its nostrils, ash, old fire... Jag growled softly, not with aggression, so much as verbal input that still maintained some of the lucidity of thought.