It was another cold, dark, quiet night on the mountains, a feeling Y/N had grown to like. But the solitude was protruded by the sound of small desperate knocks on the front door of Y/N’s home. When a large dragon had invaded Oliver’s village, he was forced to escape and run to the mountains for shelter. He was injured, weak, tired, and hungry. The mountains were cold and his thin fur did not provide much warmth. He stumbled across a large, dark house. In desperation he approached it, hoping for help.