Sleeping Dragon i will storm the gods, i will shake the universe

Bated breath was exhaled slowly when he realised she (seemed to) believe him. At first she was quiet. Cirrus watched her slowly manoeuvre her weight to face him fully. Half of her body was cloaked in hidden shadows, set by the fading sun which still burned against her furthest flank. Cirrus found her glorious to gaze upon, even before she spoke in that tone of deep lustre. He was surprised once more. Perhaps the only constant about her was the very lack of stability. He hadn’t thought she would care about his family in the slightest.
 
Cirrus coughed quietly and then spoke. “She’s pretty, and has colours like me, although she’s smaller. Perhaps more wolfish in her ears. She’s the only girl of us five – me and my brothers look after her. She’s a bit…” Cirrus looked carefully off to one side suddenly as he admitted something which was usually met with mixed reactions. “Simple.” Various generations of inbreeding to obtain the required result had caused her retardation, for it was not from lack of teaching her things. They just tended to slip back out of her head. Cirrus risked a look back at his captor.