Feeling a bit disappointed looking at the weak little snow fox working hard plowing a path through the thick snow, Scaly turned to look down at Verdell. Waiting for him to say something- or rather, explain himself, as this wasn't the powerful monster he had been promising when talking about the northern region. If anything, it was a monster weaker than even those forgettable monsters she had killed along the way to the northern region.
"A snow plowing fox? How lucky, I was worried we might end up running into one of those polar snow bears or winged blizzard birds." Unaware of the questioning gaze from the disappointed dragon next to him, Verdell just let out a quiet sigh of relief muttering a few words to himself while gazing towards the innocent little snow fox plowing a path through the snow with no regard for its surroundings.
