The alligator peered back, surprised that Leon wasn't intending to accompany them to the edge of the black marsh. Ahh, well; he'd not see Aquarian, but perhaps that was for the best. He addressed the bear as Leon began to lumber away.
"There is no need. If we will come, we will come. If we do not arrive--then we are not coming," Dragon said, with an air of humor. "But I must consult with my Father."
Dragon didn't explain this; instead he turned, hauling himself down into the channel of water with a splash, and leading the way back to Aquarian. He didn't glance back--he just assumed that Czernobog and Eve were behind him, and that the others would gather, too.
He swept his way down to the Heart of Cetus, and then turned, dragging himself up to the place where the offering pile of corpses usually sat. Right now it was in a sorry state, with only a few half-ruined cave deer corpses and a rat or two, but then, he wasn't here to make an offering--though he supposed Aquarian might eat it all, anyway.
The alligator turned, glancing back at the other Children of Rot. "I will try to call him. Call him with me, if you wish."
Then the dragon began his low bass bellow, half in the water and half out, bubbles vibrating and rising around him.
"AQUARIAN!" he called. He waited a time, until he thought that the sea serpent could hear him, "There are strangers asking for aid. They say there is a great dragon setting fire to Polaris, some ancient beast. I do not wish to put our lives at risk if it is no threat, but if it might threaten this cave, or the caves as a whole... then I will fight. Is there anything that you can tell us?"
Dragon dipped his head respectfully, steering well clear of the corpse-pile... just in case Aquarian decided to snack while he spoke.