Alright, what do we do? We need to find food. By our teeth and claws, I suppose we are carnivores. I'm not complaining, but where will we get meat or something to eat? Or at least water. I'm starting to get thirsty; and I know the creature is too. Speaking of her, she is watching the exit to the other cave. Does she think we should continue? For the moment, my best bet is to follow him and help each other; however, he turns back towards me, makes those sounds or gestures again, and points in the direction of the village we came from.
Thinking it over calmly, if the humans are gone, maybe we can recover something: food and some kind of weapon, since, although we have claws and fangs, the truth is I have no idea how to use them to defend myself. Maybe we are too small, what damage could we do?
Once he finishes speaking and I suppose explaining to me that we should go back, I nod my head, which I think leaves him with doubts. I also point towards the village, agreeing that we have made the same decision to return; then he starts walking back the way we came.
As we walk back, I feel pain in my ribs, I guess from the kick they gave me. Damn! I literally flew out; it's a miracle that I'm only bruised and I think I don't have anything broken.
The creature occasionally talks to me and I suppose it expects me to respond, but we still have the problem that I don't understand it. However, if we want to have better chances of surviving, we must communicate better, and the least we can do is have names. Giving it my human name wouldn't make sense, besides, I don't want to raise suspicions that I'm a human trapped in this reptilian body. I don't think this creature appreciates humans for everything I believe they did, although I don't want to justify the attack by the humans, since I don't know if this was retaliation or if they are at war. I can't take a side until I understand more about this place; although genocide is not even remotely justified, and knowing humans at least from where I come from, I know the atrocities we can commit. Damn! I'm getting off topic, giving us names is what I can do for now.
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Let's see what I can call myself. I remember several names of dragons from fiction and legends where I come from; I could try it and see the look on my companion's face, since I think we are like little bipedal dragons, although without wings. I don't know if we can spit fire, although that would be awesome. Can we do magic? like in those fantasy stories; that would be incredible! I must stay calm, one step at a time. How do I name myself, without losing who I am and making it pronounceable, ¿……………………….?.
After thinking about it, I decide to make up a name; after all, I know who I am on the inside. How they call me on the outside won't change who I am; besides, I'm not a dragon, or at least I think so. Ok, let's practice.
After a while, I think I can pronounce my pseudonym decently. I was curious that the creature only turned to look at me while I practiced; I hope it doesn't think I'm crazy, although I already believe I am at this point, but well, I've made my decision and, before reaching the end of the rift and returning to the village, I touch the creature's man; here we go, I hope it works.