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A short distance away from the cave belonging to the king of Lalotai, the large black dragon lay outstretched and half-dozing in the clearing. He kept his talons tucked beneath him for the moment with his wings fully spread out on the sand to catch the warm light of the afternoon. The faint reflection of the sky-water danced over his scales, giving them the illusion of movement and bringing out their faded blue undertone.
Save for his steady breathing and periodic twitch of his tail, he remained still. Under the shoulder of his right wing his sister, in her wolf form, was resting in the dark shadows where it was warm and quiet. Even vaguely asleep, he knew better than to let himself squirm so much as to roll on top of her. It wouldn’t kill her, but it wouldn’t be any less painful either.
The deep, rhythmic rumbling emanating from within her brother’s chest seemed to be lulling her to sleep, but her ears and nose twitched at the few sounds and scents she caught wind of over his presence. Chances were other monsters wouldn’t get very close after his bout of rage the other night, but it never hurt to be certain.
