As he was wondering, his dragon lowered himself as if it was bowing down, neck to the ground. But the desire to soar felt through the connection only strengthened. Then it dawned on him. He carefully walked over to his familiar and mounted the base of his neck, between the razor-sharp spikes. As soon as he did so, Winter shot up straight in the air, forcing Jon to grab the nearest thing to hold on to. Namely- the spikes themselves. He kept feeling a mental pull through the connection with his familiar and cautiously touched it with his mind.