"Uh, right." Charlie quickly caught up. We made it onto the grassy field and continued to walk on the well worn dirt path that split in many directions into the sparse large trees that darted the valley. It was no surprise that the reservation wouldn’t have too many trees; the Dragons would end up cutting or destroying them when trying to land. It was why they once enjoyed the Scottish Highlands so much, there was very little that got in their way when hunting for prey. About mid way, Charlie asked the question he made in my throne room. "Who’s the broodmother?"