I did not return from Northrend empty handed. I hunt dragons – but I do not always kill them. Sometimes, they prefer submission to death, and that’s how I came by this beautiful, if thick-headed and brutish, beast:

The red Proto-Drake was to be made into a set of bags, but instead it now carries me from place to place. So far it has been quite loyal, knowing well that my blade and especially my sure arrow are never out of reach.