Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason nodded to her first question – more than 4 was a decent number, and 5 wolves was a good sized pack to take down big game, as long as they were all pulling their weight. As they walked, Mason hovered close to her, his eye catching on the black fur that draped her neck. Suddenly his attention was dragged back to the conversation with a jolt. His eyes lit up with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
 
“Wow!” He breathed, and when she asked her question he thought about it. He had never heard of his Dad or Chaska mentioning such creatures (his dad was too steadfast to believe in such nonsense, and Chaska kept his stories to those with morals from what Mason had heard).
 
“Well… I’ve never seen any, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any. Does it? Maybe we have a dragon too! I bet it would be blue, so that it matched in with the mountain and sky. What colour is your dragon? Have you seen it? What’s a troll?” Mason chattered happily, then paused to allow her to actually respond.