"It's a survival instinct they've developed. Well, they've evolved with it. I think, although no one's really looked into it too much, that it was something that began when they first faced persecution at the hands of muggles who didn't know any better, back in Arthurian times," he said, thoughtful, then shook his head. "She is asleep. It's like... almost a trance, a bit like meditation, but she's certainly sleeping, resting... but nothing and no one could approach her like this. They'd be hurt if they try." He wasn't worried in the slightest. He knew his alpha, and he knew that she could deal with anything and anyone. It was more a question of making sure she didn't seriously maim the interloper.
"If she accepts him, then he will be a part of her dignity, and I'll have no choice. It's up to her. If he fits, then he fits. If she wants him gone, he'll go. The only one he has tried to upset so far is her, but that's only because he'll be aware that if he went anywhere near any of the others, she'd stop being quite so nice to them," he said, and that was that, really. The sanctuary was his, yes, but the alpha female was the one responsible for keeping the dragons in her control. It would all be up to her.