You agree to hear Dev'n's tale. Dev'n takes a deep breath, clears his voice and begins...

"One day Lytning and I decided to go for a short walk. We were both feeling cramped from a couple weeks inside the mountain and Lytning wanted to practice his flying. So I backed a bag of food, extra clothes, and whatever else we would need in case of an emergency, put on my parka, and set out into the North Pole of Cimming. The wind was blowing hard, making it hard to see, but I knew that Lytning knew the way back. Dragons have an excellent sense of direction. I walked for a while, with Lytning flying ahead, then coming back to make sure I was still there. I scanned the horizon. Behind me was the small dark bump that was our mountain. All around me was white. Nothing but white. It was a little unnerving knowing that if you got lost, most likely no one would find you, and you would freeze to death from the cold night. But I had Lytning, and I could never become lost with him. We continued on for another half-hour. It felt good to really stretch my legs after the weeks of staying indoors. Everyone at the mountain was "grounded" because of a huge arctic storm that had rolled in from the North. The storm had lasted weeks, and by the end of it everyone was snapping at each other. The mountain was partially empty because everyone had left as soon as the storm dissipated. Too much cabin fever. However, I couldn't leave, for Lytning could not fly well or carry the weight of a human on his back, so we had to be content with a walk. I was walking along, when I suddenly said to Lytning, "Will you ever leave me?"
I could never leave you, but sometimes we need our privacy, He answered in my mind.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
There are times when you leave me in our cave to go talk to other people. It is no different for dragons. However, I will always come back. It is like the riders who left the mountain today. They need to be away, but they will come back, Lytning answered. I pondered this for a while, as we walked on. A few minutes had passed when I said, "But what if you grow tired of me. I couldn't go on living knowing you had tired of me. You know what happened when I was young."
I will never ever leave you, Dev'n. You are my rider and my friend.
"But what if-" I said but I was cut off by a growl. I had walked right into a Lolok! There it was, just a few feet away. Its cold blue eyes glittered with intelligence and were focused on me. It shifted from one muscular leg to the other. Its talon feet pawed the snow. It looked like it was trying to hide something. It is nervous, Lytning said. I knew that a Lolok might attack if angered. I slowly started to back away, telling Lytning to do the same. Before I had taken one step back, it growled, baring its teeth. Suddenly, Lytning jumped up into the air and flew over us. The lolok charged at me, eyes flashing. In the blink of an eye, I had taken my small dagger into my hand to defend myself. I stood, waiting for the battle to start, when I heard Lyte's voice in my mind.
Stop! She has young! She is only defending it, for it is quite young and sick.
"You tell that to her!" I yelled, running from the lolok. "Tell it to stop!" I ran, but I kept turning to look behind me, and I tripped. Before I could stand up, the she-lolok was on me; it's fangs closing over my neck. I waited for death to come as I felt the teeth draw blood. Just before she crushed my jugular, she stopped. She released her teeth and backed off of me. "What did you do?" I asked my white dragon as I rubbed my bloody neck.
We are to heal her daughter, Lytning answered. I told her that we have medicine that will cure her daughter of her illness. I am sorry that I took so long, it is hard to communicate with the lolok. I got up slowly, my eyes always on the mother lolok. I walked to my dropped backpack, and rummaged through it to the medical kit that I had packed. With it in my hand, looked for the adolescent lolok. I could not see it.
We are over here, to the North, Lyte said. I was about to protest that I didn't know which was North, when Lyte came flying towards me. I followed him to a small grayish spot in the snow.
This is the young lolok, Lytning said to me. I realized this when the grayish spot moved slightly. I took off my mitts and felt the lolok with my bare hands. I looked in her eyes and nose, and checked that all her bones were intact. "She has a fever, probably from something she ate. A quick injection will fix her up," I said aloud. I opened my med. Kit and found the syringe and the vile of medicine. I filled the syringe and injected it into the young lolok. She didn't cry out as I expected, I guess living in the North Pole of Cimming had really toughened her up. "All right. I'm done," I said out loud. The mother lolok came to me and looked me right in the eye. I could see true compassion in those eyes; they are something I will never forget. I now knew why the white riders did not hunt lolok; they were our brethren, trying to stay alive in this hostile environment.

I slowly packed up my things and turned to go home. The loloks turned in the oppsite direction. I turned back once to see them, but I couldn't, their grayish-white hides had hidden them well.

After walking back to the mountain for an hour, I said to Lytning, "Wow, that was something. A real lolok." Yes, it was, he replied. "I noticed that you didn't start attacking the lolok." I know. It was very hard not to. I wanted to defend you, to fight back, but somewhere in me I knew that that would get us killed. "Perhaps those sayings about "snarling whites" are just fluff?" I do not think so. This was an isolated incident. I am young, and have not experenced the world yet. It is our nature. Or perhaps I am a "glitch" in the white gene pool. One can never tell at this age, Lyning said. "For once you are babbling on like me. Perhaps there is hope for you after all," I teased. "Come on. There is the mountain, I'll bet that all the other riders and dragons will be so envyous of us. C'mon, I'll race you!" I ran off to the mountain. "No flying!" I yelled behind me. We raced back to the mountain to tell our tale of the lolok.