Sleeping Dragon got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava

There weren't anymore words - at least not in her own language - and Bullet offered none as she sped away before the young princesses. Their snarls echoed in her backturned radar-ears, the one from Eske even sending a shiver down her spine - she'd done good, this time! They would seethe for a while, she hoped, and the fiery little creature hared her way forward still - not going further in, but playing her dangerous game far inside the borders, twisting and turning and darting this way and that. Mayhem allowed them close enough to see the hairs on her pelt, but not close enough to be in biting distance - one scar was enough for her. 

Eventually, though, she began to tire. Her energy sapped, her dainty paws slapping against the earth more heavily than they should and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she focused on a clear line: this time, she was aiming for the borders. It was time to get out of here before she died - a drink couldn't hurt much either. The two girls were inching closer, she could hear, and this brought a flutter of nervousness in her very heart; it only caused more joy for the girl, inherentley addicted to the feeling this all gave her. This is why she was here!