It was midday, Aamon, the dragonic hybrid prince and commander of his troops, was training within the barracks grounds. His loyal guard-human, Caymon, was standing nearby intimidatingly, doing his duty to guard his master as he trains in private.

"Heeey-"Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, making Ammon pause mid swing. Caymon doesn't look the least bit alarmed as he leaned against a wall, his muscular arm folded around his chest. The human's eyes tracked Salem as he strolled in with a care-free attitude.

Ammon sighed quietly, slipping his sword back into its sheath and turned to address Salem."I trust you didn't interrupt my training only to waste my time."He muttered loud enough for the wolf-hybrid to hear. Salem just casually smiled and shrugged in return."just thought the prince should know when there's an angry dragon some miles away from where he sleeps"

Ammon's eye subtly twitched at Salem's casual demeanor. Frustrated he didn't seem to take things seriously. Not even with a looming threat coming towards the town.

"Very well"He flapped his wings open, causing a current of wind to breeze around."Take Caymon, I'll warn my men to prepare in case the beast breaches past our efforts."Without waiting for an answer, Ammon flew away. Salem nodded to Caymon with a whistle, who lowly grunted in acknowledgement"Come on big guy, let's go hunting"

Ammon, Salem and Caymon were quick to find the rampaging dragon. It stomped forward and let out a deep, intimidating, loud rumble from its throat—likely chasing some prey.

Ammon reacted swiftly, flapping his wings he flew up high and fell down towards the dragon's head. His sword immediately penetrated it, causing the creature to stumble back. The dragon violently shook its head around to dislodge the weapon. Within a minute, Salem and Caymon ran towards the dragon together, each one slashing at one side of the neck—decapitating it.

The dragon instantly flopped onto the ground lifeless. Salem sighed, halfway grinning"Too easy.."Ammon gracefully jumped off the creature, swiping the blood from his blade while muttering under his breath in thought"It must've been a juvenile"

Caymon on the other hand, smelled something alluringly sweet. Grunting, he put his bloody sword in his sheath and wordlessly walked towards the edges of the clearing, near some trees. The other two caught his unusual demeanor and watched as their guard-human pushed some tall grass aside, bending down to investigate.

Closing his eyes, Caymon bent down some more until the scent was too overwhelming. The small hairs on his body stood, a shiver ran down his spine along with pulsing heat. Caymon had no doubt without even looking. It was a human girl—likely a stray if they were in the woods. The best smelling human girl he's ever sniffed. Leaning back slightly, intense red eyes locked onto her face. His body hovering over her laying form closely.

Salem raised an eyebrow, his curiosity was peaked, so was Ammon's. He couldn't see what Caymon was smelling but it obviously something good if it got the attention of their special breed, trained to be disciplined and dedicated to his master by royalty themselves.

Ammon stepped up, a commanding aura surrounded him."Caymon"He simply stated the moment he stood behind his guard-human whose body was blocking the view of whatever it was. It was an indirect demand to show him what he found. Salem was close behind, his body language was nonchalant but intrigue glinted in his cold, gray eyes.