[There is a tiny girl with pure white hair staring. She is, surprisingly, not at all afraid, though she looks rather disappointed under the awe. Snatching sheep? That doesn't seem very much like a noble dragon.

And she's not quite sure how to address this dragon. Well, the dragon will correct her if she's wrong, right?

The quite large and handsome wolverine at her side, however, does not like this plan and grumbles his displeasure. What if the dragon mistakes his person for a sheep? That would get messy.]

Did the farmer gift those sheep to you, Your Grace?

[Something in her tone says she doesn't quite think so.]