Because someone asked.

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Gaaren wasn't able to discern the dragon's species by the sound alone. But, he knew, there was a chance it may be one of the intelligent kinds, and hopefully, one capable of common speech, Gaaren thought- His grasp of the wild dragon growling dialect was quite limited.
Gaaren weighed his options. Standing here wasn't going to do him any good. This bizarre world was strange to him, and perhaps this dragon could...
The unknown creature growled again. More aggressively this time- Realizing a struggle of some kind was probably unavoidable, and imminent, Gaaren began to travel toward the source of the noise. The gold dragon walked, briskly, through the massive grass blades. The unknown dragon couldn't have been to far away, judging by how loud the growling was, but Gaaren wondered, as his feet carried him across the soft earth, what might be provoking the beast.
Traversing a mound of earth that was, to Gaaren, more like a hill, he was met with a view of more grasslands, trees, and a burned clearing- And, incredibly, four gigantic lifeforms. Far down from Gaaren's place atop the hill, he saw the dragon who's call had compelled him to investigate, flanked by four jet-black creatures.
They were quadrupedal, and enormous. Even the smallest of them was larger than the dragon they surrounded- Though, they didn't dwarf him. They were so wolf-like, Gaaren thought, but, they couldn't be wolves- Each of the creatures had two tails equal in length to their bodies, which were large and fluffy at the tip but narrowed down their length. The beasts coats were thick, particularly around their necks, and their facial features were similar, but at the same time, alien. Their noses were agressively spike-shaped and their eyes were slanted and entirely white, with two angular ears placed behind them.
The dragon- A large, earthbound specimen of a race Gaaren couldn't identify, loosed a burning stream of orange fire at one of the lupine monsters, which in an instant was engulfed and began to screech and wail, helplessly as it tried to flee, but couldn't, with the flaming agony leaving it incapable of any movement that wasn't wild and rapid flailing. The other two, without hesitation, lunged at the dragon when its incredible but brief burning blast died down, with little embers escaping its gaping maw as the alien wolves made contact, seizing the dragon by the neck and one of its hind legs.
What followed was a brutal flurry of gigantic claws and teeth as the three beasts fought. Gaaren knelt and hid himself in the blades of grass as he watched it all unfold- The wolvish creatures were two, and yet, the dragon, with his tougher hide and flaming breath was soon the winner. The smaller of the remaining wolves was dispatched with a decisive bite to the back of its neck and the other, after having half of its body enflamed lost its aggression and made an immediate escape, the flames on its coat catching onto some tall grass and bushes when it vanished into the natural cover.
Gaaren watched the dragon. It was wild, to be certain, but not without intellect. Whether he would be able to communicate with it was another matter, though, and the drakespire warrior opted to stay hidden and observe it as it scanned the area for any other signs of life, before approaching the creature it had just slain and grabbing onto part of its coat with its jaws. The dragon placed its front claws onto the alien wolf's body and roughly began to tear off its hide.
Better not to try one's luck with a hungry dragon, Gaaren thought, and quietly crept away.

For some time Gaaren walked through the yellow grass in the direction of the distant buildings he had spotted. Traversing the land didn't prove too arduous for the golden dragon, thanks in part to his natural physiology, decades of military service and also, the past several years he had spent as an occassional mercenary where he had been exposed to more outlandish, bizarre things than he had seen in all his prior years. Yet, one thing was becoming more and more obvious. This world wasn't his own. From the size of the plants, to the animals and even the land itself, it was all to clear.
A parallel reality, he pondered. One alike but different, with life having evolved in much the same way, but not the same way. But for him and the wild dragon, everything was unnaturally sized. Which begged the question, why only them? It did bear a resemblance to some of the earth dragon species Gaaren, in his travels, had seen with his own eyes, so, perhaps, it was one?
And, if it was drawn here by... Whatever had torn Gaaren from his realm, then perhaps, Lyle was here too, somewhere in the vastness of this new, colossal world.

The dragon continued to ponder as he walked, and walked, realizing the buildings would be more than an entire day's walk away. This world's sun looked like it would be setting before too long, certainly before Gaaren would find his way through the gigantic wilderness. He needed somewhere to rest, somewhere he could hide away during the night so he could sleep, and, as he had become increasingly aware, he needed to find food. The risk of being poisoned by one of these alien plants wasn't something the dragon wanted to gamble on, but, he thought, he might not have much of a choice unless another opportunity presented itself. A small lake, or, pond, Gaaren wasn't sure what to call it, lay at the feet of a giant tree sticking crookedly atop a small bump in the earth the dragon eventually arrived upon. The water was a clear and its surface shon in the sunlight, reflecting the bright rays up to the tree's orange leaves which moved to the soft wind flowing through the air. Perhaps, this would be a safe place for a makeshift camp, Gaaren thought as he inspected the surrounding area. The yellow grass reached almost to the water's edge, and on one side, the tree's roots were exposed- Perhaps, if he could burn some of them away with his breath, he could hollow out a small space for himself...
Then, Gaaren noticed the source of the water. On the other side of the tree, a small stream ran through a winding groove in the ground- Only a few feet deep to him, it led away and through a pair of hills that looked like they had been one larger hill before being torn in two, perhaps by a shift in the earth.
The dragon's further investigations discovered a scattering of stones and around and inside the natural pool, some small eel-like aquatic creatures swimming aimlessly in the water- Those would have to do for dinner, and, to his interest, an object fashioned not by nature, but by hand. Or, what was left of it. Part of an aged, torn leather boot lay on the ground beside the pond, half-hidden by one of the pieces of bark that lay around the tree. Gaaren dragged the dry, crispy wood fragment off the boot and compared its size to his own- Even with some of it missing, he could see that the foot that once filled it must have been massive- Certainly bigger than he was. Enough of it remained for Gaaren to tell it was fashioned for a digitigrade wearer, with a thick, suitably shaped sole and a thick buckle around the ankle, by the looks of it, it was a combat boot. The gold dragon couldn't tell precisely, but, going by the size of the boot, he would appear merely four, or perhaps, five inchess tall?
Gaaren spent the next ten minutes carefully burning and tearing at the many roots of the tree until he had carved out a space big enough for him to lie down inside. With a few leaves, he covered the damp soil that was the floor and made a simple cover for the narrow entrance he could barely squeeze through. The hunting went equally well- With two simple spears fashioned from twigs the dragon was able to catch two of the tiny creatures in the pond before the rest fled in the direction of the current. They were each about as long as his forearm, covered with dull silver scales, and together, big enough to satiate Gaaren's growling stomach. The warrior dragon threw some small twigs and bark fragments together, then ignited the wood pile with his breath to form a fire, and left his catch to cook above the flames, still impaled on the spears which he had driven into the ground.
With that taken care of, Gaaren walked into the water and began to wash the traces of wood ash and dirt off his body that had collected since he had first arrived in this realm after that, event, whatever it was. Some kind of... Cosmic storm?
He could only wonder.
Gaaren submerged himself in the water briefly and turned around to return to land, and, when he was close to the water's edge and only submerged up to his hips, the dragon heard a sound. A subtle, but close, rustling in the grass. He would have expected a small animal, of some sort, like a field mouse or smaller avian. Instead, a muddled brown shape fell out of the sea of grass and hit the floor with a yelp.
"Ah! I'm sorry!"
A clearly female voice called out from within the folds of, what the dragon realized, was a rough brown cloth of some kind. But, when the wearer managed to pull herself up off the ground, what she actually was became more obvious.
"Sorry..."
Her vulpine features and warm brown fur were the first thing Gaaren noticed about her along with her height- She was quite little. The cloak she was wearing reached almost to her ankles and obscured most of her body except her feet, hands, and her face.
"I wasn't spying on you", She said apologetically, stepping away from the yellow grass blades almost twice her height, "I, I just saw the smoke from your fire, so..."
"It's alright, Gaaren said, flatly. More surprising than her sudden appearance was the fact that she spoke the common tongue- The dragon couldn't place her species, but, at a glance, she seemed to be like him- That is, from somewhere on his own world. Her jumpiness and lack of proper clothing were strong indicators that she wasn't a natural resident.
"Please, can you tell me... Do you know where I am? Where... where we are?" The brown vixen asked.
"No", the dragon answered. "I don't. I don't think... Either of us belong here. Wherever this is."
The vixen nodded. "Yes, that's right I'm not... I'm not from here. And, you?"
"No. You were brought here, then? Lights in the sky, mist, and then you just, awoke?"
Her reaction was minimal. She looked up and back down again, and sighed. "Yes. You too?"
"Mhm", Gaaren replied and resumed walking back toward the water's edge.
"I remember the lights, and then, I saw my paws disappearing. I had a burning feeling, like-"
The vixen's words ceased when Gaaren reached the incline in the land and rose further from the water, her face quickly gaining a red glow displaying her surprise and abashment.
"Oh, you're-" She quickly turned away from Gaaren's bare, water-droplet covered form and after a moment, grabbed part of the coarse fabric she was wearing and began to fidget with it.
"Hold on, I can..." She struggled to tear away some of the cloth around her neck that could have functioned as a hood, and eventually ripped it off of her makeshift cloak. "Here..." She said, holding one hand behind her without turning to see the dragon. Without speaking, he reached out and took it, realizing what the vixen wanted him to do, and took a moment to wrap it around his waist and tie it tightly.
"Okay..." the dragon said, tugging on the knot to make sure it would hold.
She soon turned to face him again, and met the dragon's blue eyes with hers. She wasn't especially short- About five and a half feet compared to Gaaren's eight, and her thick and fluffy coat was entirely brown from what the dragon could see of it with none of the typical white vulpine markings.
"Okay..." She mumbled. "You, You've got food?"
"Enough to share. Come, sit down", he answered, turning to the large branch by the fire.