The dragoness found her old land of Amaya, now beneath a new king-Crowe; she wondered why he was calling single women and men. Perhaps this would be like Tarben. She had heard much about Tarben. Another pack like that might break Starfall. Dany had heard tales of the war, of the pact of Sindri, Nightingale, and Tarben and Hawthorne, Amberbjorne and Dawnshire; the neutral pack, Sabertooth. The new land, Amaya, had already seen a failed claiming. Dany had an idea in mind. She wanted to rejoin Amaya.
She followed a young girl up. As the lady, Evergreen, finished introducing herself, she stepped up. “I am Daenerys, and I should be of good use as a delta; I seek to join your pack;” she said coldly. “You are the alpha, Crowe?” She examined him. A shadow just like her, a dark, winged man. She attempted to meet his eyes. Everything about Crowe exuded importance and confidence, she thought. Nothing about him that said he was unsure. His bird wings were an object of her particular interest. Raven or crow? She could see how he had his name, if they were the wings of a crow.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”