Blacktail Deer Plateau You can't take me, I'm free

Although he didn't expect her answer—they hadn't hunted dragons since their younger days—Peregrine found himself immediately embracing the idea. And then a thought struck him and, with a laugh, he exclaimed, "Oss, did you know this is where Koontz's pack lived when they were here? She called them the Dragonwatchers. How funny is that?" Then, more playfully, he added, "I bet she left a few dragons behind when she left..." The swarthy two-year-old wiggled his eyebrows.

"What did it look like?' he questioned in the next beat, his deep voice serious even if his eyes glittered impishly. "I mean, how do you know it wasn't just a lizard? Were there any telltale signs? Like, did it breathe fire or at least smoke from the nostrils or something?" Peregrine pressed, his lips twitching.