At the point when this happens, females undergo changes that seperate their apparance from males. Probably the most unique of these is that they have a pouch, just like a kangaroo. And, in fact, when they have their younglings, the pouch is used for transport and a place for the young to suckle, as the females give live birth, they are not egglayers. The human race is the biggest thing since sliced bread to mottled dragons. They take pleasure in immersing themselves right up to the neck in human cultures and civilizations.
Mottle dragons are vain when it comes to their own hygiene.
Many of the creatures are terrified of getting dirty, or even staying around a dusty place. They are peaceful creatures and don't like the concepts of wholescale war and genocide. Most of the time, they abhor people who are always looking for a fight, and will do their best to avoid them, yet, at the same time, they will pester and belittle the warmongers to try to shame them into leaving. Most of the time, however, this only serves to get them into long disputes. This is the end of the chapter.