The Little Dragon had seen all sorts of trees in his not so long life, but they'd never been this...droopy and sad. Why would anyone want to live here? Where it was dark-or at the very least very shady- even in the middle of the day? Monsters, that's who!
It made perfect sense to Aegir. His Da had told him all sorts of stories about things that lurked in the dark, but that he didn't have to be afraid because just like his Da he was a fierce dragon! Even after his run in with the creepy stranger Aegir was still a little too big for his boots. Maybe it was because he was an only child, that his Ma spoiled him so, but the way the Little Dragon saw it, he had no reason to fear. He was mighty, monsters were no match for him!
And so he plodded along with his head held high, his tail swishing behind him as he ignored-or rather didn't think to notice- the invisible border. He had't lived with the Hollow wolves for very long, in fact he'd spent very little time within their borders. So he wasn't entirely to blame here. To him, the borders had been a silent encouragement for him to venture out into the unknown. And who was he to deny such a tempting offer?
"I'm gon getcha!" He hadn't spotted any monsters yet, but they had to be around here somewhere. Listening. Watching. Waiting.