Ron shudders at the weird feeling of the lick on the neck, but doesn't say anything so as not to offend the dragon. Making a little noise he quickly hops backward as the dragon suddenly turns and starts to walk away. Hurry to catch up, Ron gets along side the creature walking at fast pace to keep up. "Actually, Shippo is his name. The ones you saw are called squirrels... unless they have names. But if you don't know their name, thats what you call them. That's what I call them anyway."
At the sound of the ruckus behind him Ron stops and turns, seeing a vaguely familiar wolf and a dragon wrestling on the ground. If it had been any other place, he would have been shocked.. but since he's in the dream again, he only watches with a bit of a grin on his face. "Ahem! Hi there!"
Thankyou Muchly Rinoa!