Renald was walking behind the giant wolf. The emerald-horned creature had come to him, a wolf the size of an alpha behind him and a baby dragon on its back.
The dragon shifter knew that this dragon was not like him. That it was just an animal. Never to take human form. And yet, he still took it in his arms and hugged it close.
Even as the dragon began to shiver. Even as the dragon started to give out yelps.
"Everything will be fine," the ginger dragon shifter murmured, following Brutus away from The Swamp, down the deer trail which led to the site of the battle.
The carnage he found there made the dragon pause. The Nightshade was down on the ground, not moving. But he still breathed. His body still rose and fell.
The blonde next to him…
"Ah, he went after him?" Renald asked as he finally placed Thorn on the ground. "Must be nice. To be loved like that."
