That's Not Yours! Get Off The Table!

"So here's the map. As I recon it..." The First Mate turned from the Captain to see his dragon Calico rifling through his coin purse. "That's not yours! Get off the table" Calico turned around huffing and puffing and spreading his wings. He arched his back to make himself appear larger and small warning lights appeared on his nose. The First Mate knew Calico wasn't angry with anybody in particular per se, he was just mad he got caught. As soon as he pointed at the dragon, it puffed one last sniff of contempt and then leaped off the table. . .