A Dragon Shifter

If it were up to him, Altair would rather not be forced to hunt his own kind. Although, he had little say in the matter. He'd been ripped away from his parents, by humans, when he was but a dragonling under the guise of being saved. Funny how humans were always saving things that never asked to be. His latest orders from his guild took him to a rather mountainous region, the type where snow was more common than not. Word had spread about a potential dragon shifter hiding amongst the rocky terrain and Altair had been dispatched without question. The job was always easier if a shifter could be sent in a human hunter's place. He brushed off the lingering snow that clung to his cloak as he entered the dragon's cave, eyes immediately adjusting to the dim lighting, "The name's Altair." He introduced himself to the silence as if that would help what was to come. "I've been sent to capture you, kill you if I must, but I've never been a fan of senseless violence. Why don't you come on out so we can talk?" You'd already been spotted, of course. Horns peeking over a small tower of crates. He was kind enough to offer you a chance to do the smart thing.