"Oi, yeah. You'll need the bravest and most bullheaded of the lot, to go anywhere near the dragonhide," Emma mused. When Bratling bumped Emma's arm with her head, Emma tugged the kneazle into her lap, whispering soothing things to the wee beastie, reassuring her that pack would stand against the dragon scent.
"There're still two others," she pointed out. She jerked her chin towards where the second male, slender and graceful, sat watching Luag from the side, one of the females curled by his side. "Well, and the big fellow." A glance up showed that he was watching again, from the trunk of the tree, one paw dangling down again.