Dragoncrest Cliffs you love in a time of children marching in boots fashioned for soldiers ages apart

His own attack is not much of anything but when the boy retaliates, he underestimates his speed. He’s able to snap his jaw out of the way just in time, missing the clench of his snout to a pierce in his cheek. A snarl rips from his muzzle when he realizes he let him get too close. He jerks back from more teeth to prepare himself. Arlo is not to be bested by a child. His golden eyes narrow and he steps forward, saliva formed and ripping from his teeth as he searches for the best point and lunges, again, but this time with more force than a simple bite: he intends to knock him to the ground.