The small commotion of a dragon hatching may not have attracted its parent, but it did catch Varok's attention. Unlike Toriel, he's armed himself, but he holds the bit of old lumber at his side when he sees what's going on. A tauren(...?) and a little whelpling. Judging by the state of the ruined building, he'll assume that she's a stranger here like him, just happened to stumble upon the creatures before him.

He doesn't say anything for several moments, preferring to take everything in. The woman appears unarmed and unarmored. He casts his gaze about for a larger dragon, but even after scanning the entire building, he can't find one. Still, there's more than one egg, isn't there...?

A grunt. “How many more?”