Izuku wasn't really sure if he was more of a worrier or a protector these days. I mean -- right now he was more centered around 'protect', but that was because of the Pitt, really. These traits of his clashed a lot sometimes, though. It was a little annoying, in all honesty, but Izuku could deal with it. No use trying to change things like these.
And even still, it made Izuku kind of edgy about stuff like this. When he'd seen the borzoi pup just sitting there, he'd been hit with a simultaneous Oh no what is she doing here is she okay?? and I've gotta move or hide her before the Pitt finds her here. She was a little older than he'd been when he'd woken up, but there was still that little bit of anxiety pulsing in his chest as he hurries over to the largely white pup, ears pricking. He'd slink along the ground because he's big and also very green, but that's kind of suspicious, isn't it.
"Hi!" Izuku chirrups, doing his best to mask the nervous anxiety he feels from his voice. There's a twitch of concern in his expression, but even so. The dragon quickly scans the area around, before subtly curling around Yuuri's space. Block her from immediate view, easier to defend. It helped that she was in a bush, anyways. "Uh! I'm -- Izuku. Are .. Are you okay, what're you doing here?" He neglects to ask for her name, mostly by accident. But, y'know. Whatever.

/hes half feral and due to his origins he does attack people, just so yknow why oof

"rrrrrRRRRRRRRR"

a sudden growling hiss sounded out from a dark crevice between rock and snow before a form of almost liquid shadow struck out aiming straight for [member=2067]YUURI.[/member] intent on tearing into her, or maybe rend a limb? leave a nasty scar? it did not matter, the beast wanted blood in his claws and warmth of beating heart in his jaws if he could - this place was enemy hive with enemy prey-threats, there was no one to forestall him from food or victim here.

but the beast was not stupid, he kept himself aware of the larger threat - quick to dash and dance away like smoke through claws if the threat-dragon moved too Ill for its liking.

© MADI

ATBASH CIPHER

i know i should stop believing
i know there's no retrieving

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

he danced away from the coming threat, a rattling hiss escaping the creature before he turned and bounded away - cotent with the damage inflicted and knowing he was outnumbered.

the beast was not idiotic, it knew when to cut and run - wait for another opportunity and so it went away, back to its shadows to lick the blood from its claws with content hisses.

//out

© MADI

Ah, just as anticipated. A fucking Pitt member. The dragon can't help but tense and snarl as the other approaches, though responds a little too late to prevent the child's injury. that was .. incredibly unfortunate, and maybe a little infuriating. He's just about ready to get up and fight but Sicarion arrives, and Izuku decides that focusing specifically on the kid is better. He gives the other dragon a nod in thanks, though he's not sure the other can see it with the way he's distracted. Y'know, even if the weird monstrous thing is already gone.
"I can take her," Izuku assures as he considers the pup. Hm. Eye injury. He had enough in his secret stock to cover for that, right. His ears briefly flatten, tail giving a gentle thump against the ground. He sighs. "O -- okay. I'm going to pick you up and bring you home to treat that injury, okay? Um .. What's your name?" Don't just .. pretend she wasn't there, or couldn't hear or something. His voice is as soft as he can make it, softly chirring. Chirrs were a pretty weird sound to make, in Izuku's opinion, but that was just sort of .. a thing he did as a dragon, apparently. But once he's finished speaking, the dragon makes to attempt to gently pick up the pup by her scruff, back of her neck, whatever. He doesn't want to carry her like that -- scruffs weren't the greatest ways to carry people, and Izuku's teeth were sharp and what if he accidentally tightened his grip? He could kill her, and it was bad enough he was so much bigger. He huffs softly, and then, assuming he's been allowed to pick her up at all, he swings his neck carefully to try and place her on his back. The moss that grows from him for whatever god forsaken reason was comfortable enough, and easy enough to cling to if he jostles her. Even if it'll hurt, but what does it matter, honestly.
//srry for late reply gasdjfds