The behemoth of a creature, excelling in size and towering over everyone but the dragons themselves, meandered around the busy plaza, smelling the sweetness of cooking foods, the odor of the grouse and chicken, the wild scents of the jungle drifting inward upon hot, dry winds. It was calming, if nothing else. It brought peace of mind, the sight of the bustling plaza square and the busy hands at work. Creating, building, making, and over again.

As he ambled across sandstone, he came to the edge of the plaza where the housing district was, mostly. Olalla weaved between the few, thin trees that dared grow here before spotting Clove, not that he had any trouble in doing so; she stuck out like a sore thumb. Well, considering her colour, more of a bloody, bruised thumb. The beast's nose twitched as he watched her for a moment or two, bathing in the warmth of the sun. Olalla began to pad over, snorting softly; letting his presence be known. The behemoth plopped himself down lazily, resting beside the feline. In truth, he enjoyed sunbathing, and he enjoyed the presence of others who loved to sunbathe - while sunbathing.

He rolled over slightly, resting the elbow of his arm upon Clove's shoulder with a groan as he laid upon his back, stretching out with pops and cracks of his joints. It wasn't old age that caused these cracks, but he had been feeling a bit under the weather recently. Olalla huffed; nostrils flaring as he craned his head to look at the feline. "Clove," the beast said, rolling back over onto his size. "May I ask you something? Some advice?"