[The dragon is apparently content to just lay around, unfazed by just how close it is to people coming and going from the island. The presence of humans doesn't seem to bother it at all.
That is, until Zuko approaches.
The cloak might be enough to hide his identity from most people, but a piece of cloth isn't much to senses as sharp and keen as a dragon's. Druk lifts his great scaly head and gives a low, throaty rumble, staring unblinkingly at the teenager.]
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That is, until Zuko approaches.
The cloak might be enough to hide his identity from most people, but a piece of cloth isn't much to senses as sharp and keen as a dragon's. Druk lifts his great scaly head and gives a low, throaty rumble, staring unblinkingly at the teenager.]