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Murry wiggled closer to his dad, trembling gleefully within his snugging arms. His tears stopped coming forth and he simply pRrrRRrred intensely, each exhaling pRRrRRrrr ending in a wheeze. The younger dragon rubbed the top of his head against his father's lower jaw, wrapping his arms around his dad's neck and hugging even closer to him.

Murry's dad also pRrRRrred contentedly, returning his son's loving squeeze. Idly, he began to rub his paws up and down Murry's neck and back, the younger dragon shivering more with delight at the touches. The older dragon smiled blissfully, arching his neck so he could groom the top of Murry's head with slow, loving passes of his tongue. The older dragon's pRrrRRrring was soon supplemented by the vibration of his vocal cords as he hummed softly to his son as he cuddled him.

Murry sighed softly in happiness, his joy making him shudder more in his father's embrace, enjoying the warmth of his dad's wings and arms around him, the feel of his dad's warm scales against his, the vibrating pRrRRrring resonating through his chest, and, most of all, the love pouring from the older dragon. Sighing again, Murry sideways nuzzled at his dad's neck, nibbling and licking slightly, too.

Murry's dad mmmed to himself when Murry started licking at his neck, letting out a quiet, pleasured squeep when he was nibbled, too. The older dragon chuckled a bit, then went back to his own attentions, pausing from time to time to kiss the top of Murry's head.

Suddenly, Murry pulled his head back and gazed at his dad, his eyes full of love and adoration for the older dragon. Murry's dad merped at him questioningly, but all Murry did was lick lovingly at his dad's muzzletip, nuzzling at it from time to time.

Murry's dad returned each of the nuzzles as he squeezed his son in his arms yet again, snaking his own tongue out and licking at Murry's lower jaw. His son pRrrRRrbled more, basking in the attentions showered upon him by the being that he loved the most in his entire life. Then, Murry whined as, unexpectantly, he felt his dad's tongue curl around his and pull it into his muzzle, bringing their muzzlelips together. Obviously, the whine was one of undeniable pleasure. Murry pushed his lips forcefully against his dad's, kissing him, and mmming as the older dragon suckled on his tongue, Murry being able to taste some of his own semen he shot in there earlier.

Murry's dad pushed his muzzle just as forcefully against his son's, roaming a paw up behind Murry's head to hold him there as he continued sucking Murry's tongue, his own tongue rooting around the moist, heated insides of his son's muzzle. His cock, which had just softened enough to return back to the protective housing of his sheath, began to emerge once again at the hot kiss. Because Murry had wrapped his hindlegs around his waist, the older dragon's hardening shaft ended up burying itself into Murry's ass again. Both dragons jolted at the sudden sensation, each one echoing the other's moan.

Murry was the first to regain his composure. He pulled back from his dad, their tongues making a wet slurping sound as they slipped out of each others' muzzles. Murry gave his dad a cute, sheepish look, wiggling against the hardened shaft buried in him.

"Oooo...Dad," he moaned, "are you ready to cum again?" Murry reached down and rubbed his paw against his father's sheath, tracing a pawdigit against the collar, then roaming it down to clutch his dad's nuts, feeling them firm up in his grasp. "Oh, yes...It seems so..."

Murry's dad simply moaned more at Murry, at a loss for words at the moment, what with his now-throbbing shaft in the hot confines of his sons' wiggly ass and his son's touch against his sheath and balls. Involuntarily, he pushed up against Murry, pushing his prick in deeper.

Murry mmmed as his dad's cock penetrated further into him again, closing his eyes and resting his muzzletip against his dad's. "Oh, yesss..." he hissed. "Push it into me, Dad..." He clenched his insides against the stiff rod.

Murry's dad did just that, shoving it deeper until his throbbing maleness was fully imbedded in Murry, grunting and moaning sommore as his son's ass muscles rippled around his shaft. Then, he noticed something slick and warm pressed against his tummy, moments later also realizing his son had become hard as well.

At this point, Murry's dad got a hold of himself. Grasping Murry, he lifted the younger dragon off his penis, Murry naturally protesting against it, clenching around his member in an effort to keep it inside him. Regardless, Murry's dad slipped him off, but patpatted him reassuringly. "Son," he said, "we've spent too much time in the water. I'm waterlogged."

Murry pouted, but realized it was true. He was feeling a bit waterlogged himself. His dad beckoned him to follow, and, together, they climbed out of the pool. Murry couldn't help but stare at his dad, his cleaned scales gleaming and accentuating his dad's rippling muscles. Murry let out a whiney moan as he admired his father, watching his cock swing back and forth as he shook himself dry.

After they'd both dried, Murry followed his dad into the main cave. His dad sat down in a patch of sunlight, inviting Murry to join him. PrRRrring, Murry padded over to his dad, oooing as the warmth of the sun played over his scales. He sat next to his father, RrRRrrring more when the older dragon rested an arm on his shoulders and wrapped a wing around him. Murry sighed happily, despite the fact that he was still horny. Murry leaned against his dad, resting his chin on his shoulder and his forepaws on his hindleg. Murry continued to pRrRRRRrr.

Murry's dad turned to look at his son, kissing the younger dragon on the nose. "I love you, my son," he mRrrrrRRed.

Murry wriggled against his dad, his expression, like his heart, full of love for the older dragon. "I love you, too, Dad!" he squeeed.

Murry and his dad stared at each other, the latter resting his muzzletip against the former's. Then, when the sun began to set, they watched it together, both unbelievably happy.

When, at last, the sun disappeared over the mountains, Murry's dad prepared to get up and start dinner. Murry, though, meeped sleepily in protest. He'd closed his eyes in bliss and dozed off, but, now, his dad's movements disturbed the comfort.

Murry's dad nosed his son gently. "Murry, I've got to go make supper. I wouldn't be a good dad if I didn't feed my son."

Opening his eyes and gazing at his dad, Murry MRRrrred, "But you're already a great dad, Dad!" He sighed, nuzzlelicking helplessly at his father's shoulder. "But, a lil something to fill my tummy would be nice..." His tummy grumbled loudly.

Murry's dad chuckled, kissing his son's forehead, pausing to lick at it for a moment, then disengaged himself from Murry. "C'mon, Son You can help me." With that, the older dragon padded out, followed closely by his son.

Several hours later, both dragons were relaxing, digesting their meal of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Murry's father was lying spread eagle on the ground and Murry was leaning with his back against him. The younger dragon was idly sketching a picture, pausing occasionally to lick and suck on one of his dad's hindpaw digits. The older dragon was simply being lazy, pRRRRring contentedly at being with his son, not to mention the sucking and licking of his paw's digits again. Both of them were chatting about whatever came to mind. It was one of those evenings where everything was just perfect; an evening spent with a loved one.

Murry soon finished his picture and showed it to his dad. The older dragon couldn't help but smile at the content; Murry had drawn a picture of himself and his dad snuggling together. He reached up and rubbed his son's neck. "It's wonderful, Son," he complimented the delighted dragon. "You've captured our happiness very well."

Murry MRrrRRrred, leaning into the rubbings. "Thanks, Dad," he beamed.

Murry's dad gazed at the picture, his expression turning thoughtful. Suddenly, he rolled to his paws, padding over to a giant chest, rummaging through it a moment. He finally produced a book bound together by three leather straps. Carefully, he opened it and placed the picture in it, then brought them back over to Murry, sprawling out again next to him. Murry sprawled out on his back ontop of his dad. Once he was situated comfortably, his dad opened the book.

"This," Murry's dad Rrred, "is a book I've kept since you hatched, Son." He licked the back of Murry's head, then rested his chin on his shoulder, gazing into the book. "I must warn you, your mom is in several of these. If you don't want to look, you don't have to."

Murry nodded solemnly, a sudden sense of missing his mom welling up in him, his eyes watering. He looked at the first picture and saw himself, his mom, and his dad. His mom was cradling him in her arms as his dad snuggled both of them in his wings, the hatchie version of Murry pawing playfully at an amulet hanging from his mom's neck. All three of them looked very happy together and Murry sighed wistfully. Then, he realized that these pictures were to serve as a reminder of happy times, not something to be depressed about.

Murry's dad, after a long moment, went on, explaining the picture. "This was taken a few weeks after you hatched, my son." He chuckled. "You were quite a pawful then; always snooping around in the oddest places. Kept your mother and I on our toes." He touched to picture of Murry's mom. "Your mother loved you very much, as much as I did, and still do. I never could understand how she could've just up and left us."

Murry could hear the pain in his dad's voice, and he felt a surge of sympathy well up in him. He tilted his head back and nuzzled his father upside-downedly. "I don't know why, either, Dad. You're so unbelievably wonderful. Well, at least we've got each other and I can promise I won't do such a thing."

Murry's dad took his teary eyes off the picture and looked at Murry. "Aye, Son, I know, " he sniffled. "And I would never leave you..."

To lighten the moment, Murry pointed to another picture. "What's the story with this one?"

Murry's dad looked at it, his muzzle breaking into a smile as he chuckled. "That? That, my boy, is when you found the powdered chocolate." He went on to relate that humorous story.

It continued on like this for the rest of the evening, Murry's dad telling him about the pictures while snuggling his son in his wings. From time to time, Murry would ask a question and his dad would answer it freely.

When they finally reached the last page, Murry's father took out the picture that Murry had drawn and placed it on the next empty page. "There we go," he stated, patpatting the book. "Right where it belongs, right with all the rest of the happy memories."

Murry nodded in agreement, patpatting his dad's paw. "Aye. That's what it is: A very happy memory." Murry suddenly eeped! yawning widely.

Murry's dad licked his son's neck. "Tired, Son?"

Murry sighed, rolling over, chest to chest with his dad. He squirmed a bit to get more comfortable, ending up with his hindquarters on the inside of his dad's wing. He nuzzled his dad's chest, partaking of the sweet smell of his dad's scent. "Yeah, Dad."

Smiling softly at Murry, the older dragon kissed his forehead, hugging him closely. "Alright, Son. Get some sleep."

Murry nodded, yawning again. He squirmed one more time against his dad, then closed his eyes. "Goodnight, then, Dad. Sleep well."

Murry's dad kissed his son on the lips. "With you? How can I sleep any way but well? Goodnight, Son. Love you."

Murry's expression was one of complete bliss. "I love you, too, Dad. Sweet dreams." With that, Murry fell asleep, helped along by the rigors of the day and the saturation of his dad's loving and warm cuddlings.

Murry's dad lay there for a long while, snugging and absently petting his happily snoring son, memories both happy and sad floating through his mind. Fortunately, the majority of his memories were quite pleasant, so he continued his soft pRrRRRrrzz.

Murry's dad then wanted to go to his room and sleep on his pile of pillows. With that in mind, he gently slipped Murry off of him, the younger dragon grumbling discontentedly in his sleep. Wincing, Murry's dad bent down and kissed his son. "Shhhh," he whispered. "It's alright. I'm not gonna leave you..." Murry seemed to have heard that, for his discontented grumblings ceased.

Satisfied, Murry's dad picked up Murry, cradling the sleeping dragon in his strong arms, his son ending up wrapping his arms around his dad's neck, nuzzling at the V of his collar bone before starting to sore again.

Because Murry's dad wasn't used to balancing on his hindlegs, it was quite interesting padding over to his room. Fortunately, they made it there without incident and the older dragon sprawled out comfortably on his pillow pile.

Murry perked slightly awake when this happened. Unperturbed, though, Murry found another comfy position, angled to his father, chin on his dad's chest, his chest halfway on his dad's tummy, and most of his hindquarters and lower in his dad's wing. The only things below Murry's waist on his dad's main body were one of his hindpaws and his sheath and balls. Murry's new position had his hindpaw resting lightly on his father's sheath, his own sheath rubbing against his father's side, at the sensitive spot between the older dragon's wing and the rest of his body. Murry let out a quiet snort, then resumed his snoring.

Murry's dad grit his teeth against the involuntary moan that burbled up at his son's sheath rubbing against him and his son's hindpaw against his own sheath. In an effort to ignore the sensations, Murry's dad curled his wings around Murry, using them to snug Murry against him best he could, Murry's dad using his paws to stroke and rub his son's muzzle, head, neck and back. Occasionally, Murry's dad paused to scritch between Murry's horns or to scritch at their bases.

Murry, despite his being asleep, still seemed to feel the affections, for his snoring was soon accompanied by happy pRRRRrz. The sleeping dragon also began to swish his tail back and forth, and his hindpaw started twitching against his dad's sheath.

Murry's dad meeped at Murry's twitching hindpaw against his sheath. With a slightly annoyed, but mostly pleased, growf, he reached down and grasped Murry's hindpaw, fully intending to move it away. However, when he tried to, he found himself sliding it down to rub against his balls and around his tailhole, too. Murry's dad mmmmed quietly, as he did so, trying not to wake his son.

There was no danger to Murry awakening. Somehow, the sensations his dad's rubbing caused slipped into his dreams. In his dream, Murry slowly moved his hindpaw against his dad's sheath and shaft. At the same time, Murry licked, nuzzled, nip and nibbled his way across his dad's chest scales. In Murry's dream, his dad petted him, praising him on his good work. Murry pRRRed louder, re-doubling his efforts.

In the waking world, Murry's dad erfed? in surprise as Murry's dream movements translated to real life movements. Murry's dad studied his son in slight perplexity, wondering if he'd awakened his son by accident. As far as he could see, Murry was fast asleep still. Blinking, he went back to stroking himself with Murry's hindpaw, softly petting Murry with his free paw.

Quickly, Murry's dad became hard again, his body responding to the dirty sensation of his son's paw rubbing up and down his sheath, against his nutsack, and around his tailhole. Murry's dad soon found himself aching to have his hole filled and he knew by what.

The paw that the older dragon was using to pet Murry roamed down the sleeping dragon's back, then along his tail. Then, Murry's dad grasped the tip of it, curling the appendage so its tip brushed against his eager hole. With a lusty sigh, he slid his son's tail into his ass, pushing it as far in as it would go, the elder dragon shuddering as the tail penetrated him. When it was fully in, he wriggled his hindquarters, making Murry's tail brush pleasantly against his insides.

Deeply satisfied, Murry's dad returned to stroking himself with Murry's hindpaw, his pre already spewing out and soaking the appendage, making its movements smoother. Murry's dad started panting a little, moving it a lil faster against him.

At this point, Murry's dream took a different tangent. Murry dreamt, instead of his dad stuffing his tail into his ass, the older dragon rubbed Murry's sheath and balls, then moved to rub around his tailhole. Murry groaned happily, his member sliding out and standing rigid at his dad's attentions. The older dragon saw this and moved his paw up to stroke the cock.

"Mmmm...son...," the dream semblance of his father murmured. "That's a thick cock you've got there..." He paused, gathering up some of Murry's pre and licking it off his paw. Afterwards, he went back and coated his paw again. This time, though, he reached between his legs and rubbed the younger dragon's pre around his tailhole. Then he asked, "Would you like to put it in me, Son?"

Murry gulped. He'd never thought of doing this to his dad. "I...I dunno, Dad..."

Murry's dad spread his hindlegs wide, stroking himself with one paw and fucking himself with the digits of the other. He moaned back, "C'mon, Murry...Come fuck your Daddy..."

Murry nodded and obeyed, getting up and crawling ontop of his dad, the older dragon roaming his forepaws on his son's body and wrapping his hindlegs around Murry's waist. Murry's dribbling tip brushed against his dad's hole, causing a lusty moan to escape his muzzle. "That's it, Son..." his dad moaned. "Shove that beautiful, thick cock of yours into me..."

Again, not really wanting to, Murry did as he was told, sliding his shaft into the warm, tight ass of his dad. Murry's dad hissed in appreciation as Murry slid into him, the older dragon's interior muscles rippling against Murry's throbbing dick.

"Oh, yessss, that'sss it ssson..." the older dragon hissed. "Put it all in meee-eep!"

The last word of the older dragon's moaning ended in an eep! due to Murry's finally hilting in him. Murry's dad ran his paws all over Murry's body, reaching under him to massage his nuts and play with his tailhole.

In the waking world, Murry's dad jolted when something hard, hot, and wet slid slickly and pleasantly in that sensitive area between his side and wing. Having suspicions as to what it was, he roamed a paw there and confirmed his suspicions: Murry had become hard in his sleep. 'I wonder what he's dreaming?' he thought, absently curling his paw around his son's throbbing shaft, jerking Murry off while he continued to stroke himself with Murry's hindpaw, rocking slightly against his tail.

In Murry's dream, the younger dragon began moving his cock in and out of his dad, his thrusts short and very, very reluctant. Finally, he simply stopped, pulling out of his dad and stumbling away, sitting down aways from the older dragon.

Murry's dad eeeped? When Murry left, his tailhole noticeably empty. He then got up and joined his son, sitting next to him. Murry's dad was startled to hear his son crying. "Murry? Murry, what's wrong?"

Murry buried his face in his forepaws, a tearful reply coming from behind them. "Dad...Dad, I don't feel comfortable about this."

Murry felt his dad's wing enshroud him, his arm curling around him as well and holding the younger dragon close. "It's alright, son," was the reply. "I'm not really your dad. Just a dream. Your real dad wouldn't say those things to you, nor put you in an uncomfortable situation.

Murry looked up at the dream figure of his father, his expression one of disbelief for a moment. Then, he sniffled and nodded. "Alright."

His dad smiled back. "Why don't we do something else? Nothing sexual. Just fun."

Again, Murry nodded.

Murry's dad nuzzled him, then turned around. As he did, the surroundings wavered and changed, reforming into a bright, sunny sky. "Let's go flying, my son," the elder dragon mRRrred, then swooped away.

Murry smiled happily and flew after him, spending the rest of the dream flying with his beloved father.

In the real world, Murry's dad stopped stroking Murry's cock and Murry's hindpaw against his own shaft. Though he ached to continue, Murry's mumbled words, "Dad, I don't feel comfortable with this," still echoed in his head. Murry's dad felt the conflict between his want to continue and the love for and desire not to upset Murry within him. Needless to say, the love quickly over powered his lust, and Murry's dad simply cuddled his sleeping son with pure paternal love, pRrRrrring happily as he did so, slowly drifting off to sleep.

A few hours after his father fell asleep, Murry slowly woke up, gradually becoming aware of things. First, of course, he realized his snoring dad had him snuggled ever-so warmly in his arms and wings. Occasionally, the older dragon would grunt and squirm a bit, then return to snoring soundly.

After that, Murry registered something hard and throbbing pressed against his hindpaw. Because he'd just woken up, he didn't know what it was. But a quick stroke up and down it with his hindpaw told him what it was. Murry smiled, his eyes still closed, slowly rubbing his hindpaw up and down his father's shaft.

Then, last but not least, Murry felt a hot gripping around the tip of his tail. Since he was now fully awake, Murry exactly what it was, immediately moving his tail slowly in and out of his father's tailhole.

Again, Murry's dad grunted and squirmed, then gave out a dreamy moan. Murry simply lay there enjoying the attentions as much as his dad seemed to. Murry kept his eyes closed, mrrrrrring quietly, licking and nibbling his way across his dad's strong chest, pausing from time to time to nuzzle at the older dragon's scales, filling his nostrils with his dad's scent.

After a few moments of that, Murry, remembering he didn't get a chance to indulge himself on his dad yesterday, decided to now. With that in mind, Murry took his tail from his dad's hole, sliding his tongue down the older dragon's sexy body, soon arriving at the hot, dribbling tip of his thick, throbbing member. Murry paused a moment to stare at the beautiful thing, then opened his muzzle, sliding the shaft in, the tip tickling the back of his throat. Murry immediately started to suck on his dad's length, the older dragon's snoring interrupted by a long hiss of pleasure.

Happily, Murry continued his pulsing sucking, slowly pulling his muzzle off the tasty meat, his dad's pre slowly coating more of his tongue and inside of his muzzle the more Murry pulled it from the elder dragon's cock, the delightful taste of the hot liquid making Murry moan. When Murry only had the tip of his dad's dick in his muzzle, Murry reached up with eager paws and rubbed both the exposed portion of his dad's member and his dad's swollen nutsack. Again, the older dragon moaned in his sleep, especially when Murry extended a claw to scritch around the collar of his sheath.

Murry prRrRRred as his dad squirmed and moaned under him, mmming with a slight whine of delight as he, once again, slipped his muzzle down on his dad's wonderful cock. This time, though, Murry only went down as much as he could without choking himself on the pleasantly thick meat. That way, Murry could savor sucking his dad, the feel of the slick pre coursing constantly down his throat, and the member's throbbing hardness embedded in his muzzle. His dad moaned again, slowly pushing his hips up against his muzzle.

As Murry was doing this, he moved the paw that he was using to stroke the older dragon's dick and sheath down to his own throbbing length, his other forepaw rubbing his dad's penis and around the elder dragon's tailhole. Occasionally, Murry would slip in a pawdigit, pushing as deep as he could into the hot, moist orifice, earning a low growl of appreciation from his amazingly still-sleeping dad.

Murry's stroking paw was soon soaked by his pre, spreading the slick substance all over his shaft, making his paw move smoother. Without thinking, so lost in the pleasure of blowing his beloved father, he switched his soaked paw with the dry one. Apparently, his dad liked the feel of Murry's pre spreading around on his nuts and tailhole, because he let out his longest, lowest growl of lust yet, his flood of pre increasing in Murry's muzzle.

Murry continued to suck and rub his dad, losing himself even more in the pleasure of it all. Murry didn't know how long he was doing this to his dad, but it seemed like an eternity; a long, blissful eternity.

So lost was he in ecstasy that Murry almost didn't notice when his dad's cock jerked and began spewing his dad's hot, sticky semen. Luckily, the splatting of the first shot against the back of his throat brought Murry back to his senses enough so he could pull the spurting shaft out. Of course, he didn't pull it out all the way, merely enough so he could relish the succulent taste of his dad's seed as it filled his muzzle again and again and again. Murry reached up once more with one of his soaked paws, once again stroking the exposed portion of the older dragon's length, milking his father for all he could give. Murry constantly moaned in indescribable pleasure between gulps, the hot liquid filling his tummy warmly.

Finally, the blasting flood slowed to a trickle, Murry suckling on the tip of the older dragon's cock, making sure every scrap of juice was in his stomach. Afterwards, he pulled his muzzle all the way from his dad's pole, kissing the tip fondly. Still working his paw between the older dragon's hindlegs, he pondered on how to take care of his own erection.

Suddenly, Murry saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and saw that the movement was caused by one of his dad's hindpaws unclenching itself. With a smile, Murry knew how he was going to get himself off. Murry wriggled over to the hindpaw, the appendage having been brought down to his level by his father's natural reaction of spreading his legs wide. With a smile, Murry licked softly at the hindpaw, slurping it constantly until the scales glistened with his saliva, savoring the taste of the appendage. Then, he lubricated the paw by gathering some of his pre and spreading it all over the appendage, massaging the hindpaw in the process. This caused his dad to groan again, the paw's digits splaying widely apart.

Satisfied that the paw was properly prepared, Murry stood up, maneuvering so that his dripping cock hung right over his dad's hindpaw. With a lustful sigh, he settled down on it, grinding his rod firmly against it, the sheer contact nearly making Murry collapse with intense pleasure. Somehow, though, he manages to keep control of himself, starting to hump against his dad's hindpaw, the younger dragon's cock spurting out his pre in a continuous stream, almost immediately coating the paw in the slick fluid and making Murry's humping that much more pleasurable. The younger dragon soon started panting, eyes drifting closed, his head hanging between his arms, his tongue lolling out from his muzzle.

Murry didn't know how long ago it happened, but he slowly became aware that his tongue had lolled out to rest ontop of his dad's other hindpaw. Squeeping gleefully at the fortunate circumstances, he started to lap at the paw with zealous abandon, smiling and groaning as he climbed towards his climax, thoughts of his dad's hindpaw covered in seed and the sensation of his paw sliding against his rod intermingled with the taste and texture of his father's other paw driving him on.

Because he spent so much time aroused while sucking off his dad, it didn't take long for Murry to reach his peak. Soon, his length twitched, letting loose Murry's flood of seed, the dragon feeling his seed squirt all over his belly scales and coat his shaft as he continued to hump against his dad's paw. Murry wasn't sure if it was really happening, but he thought he could feel the digits clenching against his jerking shaft. Of course, he wasn't sure of anything, except the intensely wonderful feeling of his orgasm firing through him. Murry groaned long and low as he pumped his seed onto himself and his dad's hindpaw.

After a long, blissful moment, his cock gave a last jerk and he collapsed to the side, resting ontop of his dad's tail base. As he recovered, Murry opened his eyes and gazed lovingly up at his sleeping dad. Murry could see a blissful smile present on the older dragon's muzzle. Murry felt his love for him crank up further, and felt pride at having such a wonderful Dad as his father welling up inside of him. There, he rested, waiting patiently for the older dragon to awaken, so Murry could tell him how much he loves him.