A low rumbling roar echoes through the mountains. What could it be? A greeting? A warning? A challenge? Obviously it comes from the throat of a dragon, and only another dragon could listen to pick out the precise tenor of the call to decipher just what it is meant to say! Judging by Hueroc's pose here, it seems the big red drake has found a good perch and decided to remind everyone nearby that this mountain is [i]his[/i] territory, and that dragons like him are not to be trifled with!

So long as nobody brings chains and muzzles and other such things, at least, but that roar wouldn't carry nearly as far through a gag... so why not get a few good bellows in while he's got the chance?

I commissioned this from Hibbary at Anthrocon 2015! Love how it turned out, Hueroc never gets a chance to look all fierce like a proper unbound dragon should, but when he does he sure looks the part :D All fear the big strong red dragon! Until he gets captured again, anyway >.>