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“And yet, there are still so many more of them out there.” His collection barely made a dent in their population. “They breed like mice.”

“It is because their life is so fleeting in comparison to ours. They quickly find a mate in order to spawn offspring while we carefully select one to keep.”

“They breed by the hundreds in the time we have produced hatchlings by the dozen.”

Rurik shook his head in dismay.

“At least you have ensured that many of us are safer.”

He perused his gaze over Rurik’s collection with admiration.

“I want Strolguil the Vast to be my hundredth,” Rurik told him. “And I wish for his entire skeleton to be placed in the main room below the tale of him killing his own father.”

Glov grinned, nodding his head as he brought his paw up to rub his jaw. “Yes, that does seem like an adequate tribute to all those he has killed.”

“Are you to visit Falen next? Her lair is between mine and Mahesh’s.”

Rurik wanted him to leave.

“Yes, but I have a request.” He raised a brow as he waited for him to ask it. “Falen will not accept me into her lair.”

“You tried to bed her and lost in the fight against her because you are weak.”

Rurik had tried in the past and succeeded.

The Dragoness liked to put up a heavy fight that could sometimes be entertaining. All consensual, of course, but it was a game she liked to play.

Glov pouted. “Yes, so she will not allow me to stay, and I am tired. I have not rested in quite some time.”

“You are asking to stay? My answer is no.”

“Come now, Rurik. Would you really push a tired Dragon away when he has done much to assist you in the last few weeks?”

He clenched his fists while gritting his teeth, his arms visibly shaking. The flare of rage then quickly died, and he ran his hand down his face in frustration.

“Your manipulation has succeeded. You may stay until first light.” He wouldn’t be unappreciative to this male. “If you are still here when the sun has risen, I may pluck a wing from you.”

Rurik shifted into his Dragon form while Glov answered him, seeing no point in remaining human with the green Dragon here.

“Then I would be forced to live here with you forever, unflying.”

His eyes widened as the fire from his shift faded.

“Fine, I will remove your tail tip instead.”

Rurik had once done that to his own brother’s tail.

“Much better,” Glov grinned. “It is a shame that you demanded your sister to leave. I could have spent the evening with her.”

Rurik gave him a puffing guttural sound.

“If you wish to remain in the sky, I would stay away from Nyota.” It was the nickname those closest to her used.

“My Rurik, I did not realise you were protective of her, considering how you are with her.”

Rurik sharply turned his head to Glov’s green face.

“I do not care whose cock is in my sister!” he yelled. “I was merely stating that she easily attaches herself.”