Rakaerum: *is feeling more brave now, and so walks right up to Shrekreh, sniffing her arm curiously. She wonders how something so small and devoid of scales can be on-par intelligence with dragonkind, even moreso intelligent than some. There is no anger or hostility in her expression or eyes as she sniffs the girl, purely curious and nothing more* You do not smell like food, nor anything I have ever smelled before. What are you?