"Because I have busines with you later and you're no good to me dead. Now stay inside. It's starting." She whispers, pushing them into the den and closing the door. She locked it and dropped the key into the snow. She burried it and spit on the spot.
The roars came from behind her. Numerous half dragons came into view, flanked by human-jaguars, human-dragon-furs, and full vampires. All of them had smoldering blue eyes but they stopped a few meters from her. They fell to their knees in an odd bow. A human-dragon-gargoyle-wolf walked up to her and bowed low. "M'lady."
"Hello, Carakor. How's it been?" She asked, smiling goodnaturedly at it.
"Well, Master, well. And you?"
"I've been better. How's my pack been? Have they caused any trouble in the century I left them?"
"That's what I came to speak with you about, they're taking more than they're giving and the Fuliers are becoming suspicious of us..."