In the weeks after their escape Bonesaw is hard at work, building up a lab and growing food and splitting branches and stitching them into a scaffold so that they grow into a living treehouse.
She never took the spray bottle out of her compartment. She pulls it out as fast as she can.
Glaurung does not know who this strange creature is or what the bottle she is holding does! Possibly if he eats her his Bonesaw will be brough to him as a reward.
"graaaa!" and the dragon is doing his level best to shield his face and chest and from the spray with his front claw which isn't even helping! And he's trying to push himself backwards and with his back claws but that's hard when he's trying to do something else with his front claws!
STOP!!!
Glaurung successfully manages to direct his flailing limbs to scootch himself backwards.
Hurts!! he sends the orf and orc, along with a sensory impression of pain and ow and crying and bad.
Beka can get sent a mix of horror and oh no and sad and Expectation Of Punishment And Fighting which is a single concept inside this dragon's head apparently.
After a few more seconds she's calm enough to remember to tell Riley that it turned out to be Glaurung.
Oh. Uh, he shouldn't be able to smell you since I douse the tree house to hide it so the conditioning might not work like normal. If he licks you or you put something sweaty near him it should still work though.
I had some spray left and that worked, I'm treed but he's not trying to eat me. I think he wants you.
Oh.
Soon enough Bonesaw reaches them, her legs a strange shade of red from the stimulants that have been pumping through them.
He's happy to see you. - I don't know if he has his own osanwë or if I can only hear him because of mine.
He sends a bunch of images and feelings of being held by Bonesaw and being able to be up high and carried around and the feeling of her being warm while she held him.
NO ONE ELSE!
This time his osanwë broadcast is accompanied by memories of when he tried to get other people to Up him and instead they went down and made a sound like [the sound of someone getting turned into a flesh pancake].
Ah.
Bonesaw gives a pleading sort of look at Beka, entirely unsure of what to do in this situation.