[Poppy]

So Ivy was venomous. Was it venom he had to worry about? Or poison? Maybe he should keep an open eye out either way. He didn't want to be caught off guard. Despite his stubborn attitude, Ceral wasn't particularly strong in any way. He was built for speed and agility, but if he ever had to defend himself physically it would likely take a toll on him unless he could get away. A lot of the dragons here had cool things, unique talents that might even be sought after, but the only thing Ceral had going for him was his looks. Next to their laziness and isolationism, cave dragons were well known for their beauty; they were fragile, however, and Ceral can even recall times where a small wound took weeks to heal when it should've been all patched up and done with in a few days.

Ceral thought it might be a good idea to make a nest somewhere. As it was now, he simply slept wherever looked comfortable for him for the night, but a nest might be a nice place to relax. Not that he really knew how to build a nest... A bunch of twigs and leaves looked like the norm, but he was worried he'd just get scratchy. Maybe he could find something else. Moss? Algae? Something a bit more native to him, and actually, moss didn't sound too bad. It was soft (not the most pretty thing in the world) and it would surely serve its purpose as a bed.

"Maybe... I might have to make one of my own since everybody seems to have one." Ceral laughed a little awkwardly at the kiss, the feeling making him squirm. He wasn't used to such a touchy dragon. It was a new experience. "I might come over sometime," he said calmly, standing and taking the gator under him by one of its hind legs and tugging it up. "Don't wanna stay at the cave if it's gonna be a breeding madhouse there." Ceral stretched some, stifling a yawn as he hunched over afterwards. "Wanna walk back with me? Ky and Nym might still be hunting, so you don't have to worry about... y'know." Ceral nodded. "And you can come too if you'd like," he said, addressing the swamp dragon.