[Draco holds still a short while longer, listening, head turning from side to side slowly. When no other noise or anything stranger reveals itself, he has to write it off as nothing. He snorts and grumbles.]
Hearing things, eh? That's no good...
[His wings shift a bit in a dragon's version of a shrug and he returns to his meal.]
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Hearing things, eh? That's no good...
[His wings shift a bit in a dragon's version of a shrug and he returns to his meal.]