Submission (#937) Approved

Approaching the sleeping dragon, Aeolian steps on a soft bone, the material splintering beneath her plush feet. She hissed through her teeth, looking up in panic, at the snoring Scooby, sleeping atop a giant pile of items and treasures, who had no more than twitched an ear at the echoing crack. Holding the golden apple close to her chest, she proceeds to clear her throat, offering forth the golden apple in tribute to the hoarding dragon, in the hopes that she may be rewarded.