The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

She grinned impishly. “Probably,” she said. Although her mother had explained to her in great detail what had occurred within the Salvajes, October had a difficult time wrapping her head around the whole ordeal. It had sounded to her like a scene out of a nightmare; she wouldn’t have doubted if a dragon or two had been present during the volcanic eruption.
 
So distracted was she by the male’s fascination with her words that she scarcely noticed that he’d drawn near enough to smother her if he’d liked. “I haven’t seen one, and I’m glad,” admitted the pale woman with sigh. “They sound terrifying! Could you imagine walking along, minding your own business and looking up to see a massive, scaly monster-thing flying overhead?” She shuddered. “No, thank you.”