"As the ancient wyvern flew towards the dragon's graveyard, he noticed a group of young mountain dragons watching him and spreading their wings. He lowered his head and continued flying. If the young dragons wanted to kill him, they were more than welcome to.
Instead, the dragons joined his flight, each taking a position around the green wyvern, protecting him from the fierce northern winds. The largest of the mountain dragons gave a respectful chirp to the elder wyvern.
And so they escorted him further north. Past the mountain peaks, to the valley where all dragons flew to die. The mountain dragons led the way, and the ancient one flying with them shared his life knowledge with them.
When they finally reached the graveyard, the wyvern flew down into the valley while the mountain dragons landed on the spires surrounding it, taking their place as sentinels of the dead. They would wait here until the old one had passed, and then they would return to their nests. This was their duty as guardians of the graveyard. They escorted dragons there, and protected it from intruders."

Yep, I did a story to go with this picture. I just had this scenario in my head of these icy dragons escorting an ancient wyvern to the graveyard and watching over it.