She noted that her mate's feet and wings were bound beneath him so that he couldn't stand. Apparently he had taken the net for her. Somehow, in the fall, she had gotten her wing torn.
Suddenly a twig crack alerted her to the approach of someone.
"Hide!" Her mate snarled and bared his teeth. Quickly, she did as she was told. Almost as soon as she was out of sight, two small humans came around the corner of one of the boulders. Tentatively one tapped it with his boot. He muttered something in gibberish to his partner. It only took a couple of seconds before the female dragon's natural translator kicked in.
She flicked her tail in happiness when the human cut her mate free, then tried to fly beside him as he glided into another clearing.
"That was...nice." She finally said as her mate sulkily settled himself to sleep.
"Whatever." He answered.
A few days later, the humans came back. Only this time, neither spoke. Both humans carried fish in their hands and offered them as presents.
"Toothless." The male remarked as he saw her mate's mouth. Her mate glanced questioningly at her. He knew that all female Night Furies had an internal translator, giving them the ability to communicate between species.
"He thinks you don't have any teeth." She explained. Her mate, Toothless, flicked his tail and extended his teeth. Quickly he snapped up the fish. The female human approached her.
"You poor thing. Your wing's all in shreds." She muttered.
"Shreds. That's an awful lot better than Toothless." Shreds laughed. The female human jumped back, shocked.
"Did, did you just talk?"