Sometimes, when he was irritated and the base was too small and his teammates too close, Aldrich liked to run.
Not his usual jogs around the base at morning and night to keep his endurance up, but a full blown sprint. Granted, he was a large man and was probably not as swift as a Scout, but there was a certain primal joy in running just to run.
And given how very cold Coldfront got, Aldrich found himself running a lot. The frigid air filling his lungs, his breaths exhaled like dragon's smoke, and the crunch of snow beneath his boots as he rounded a corner like a runaway freight train with several licenses to kill and all the time in the world.
When Themberchaud the big-boi dragon came out of the cave entrance and had to break it to get through, I was screeching in the theatre louder than anyone. He just looked exactly like my sibling's fat cat who, one day, I watched struggle to get through the cat flap and got through, breaking the glass the cat flap was secured inside in the process. He was fine, as he only cracked the glass and not shatter it, but I lost my absolute mind.