The Dyndraig that lend their brutal blades to Cadwaladr, the famous Red Dragon of Teyrnas Gwynedd, are mighty allies indeed. Their numbers may be limited but the strength in their limbs and the unquenchable fire in their hearts ensures the Dyndraig are rightly feared by the enemies of the Brythoniaid, enemies who once thought, perhaps, that dragon-kind was finished. Naegannwg and his fire-standard demonstrates otherwise, for where a White Banner of Gwaelod is raised the Dyndraig stand with it and the dragons themselves are not far away, for all dragon-kind rise from the fires of the west and the bonds of kinship are yet strong for them all. It is Naegannwg's honour - as a T'ndyndraig - that he may call the greatest of them to battle, Dyndraig and Cawrdraig and even Draig, and whilst the immeasurable power of the other dragon-kin may be claimed elsewhere the Dyndraig, of course, will always answer that call if there is breath in their lungs.