Silvertip Mountain thestral

Not discreet enough, it seemed. Sanguinus' face was suddenly looming over his, hot fetid breath in his nostrils as an acknowledgement was breathed over him. Dragomir's breath hitched in his throat and he felt his tail touch the inside of his thighs, as though to appease this monstrous wolf who had deceived his mother into believing he was a friend. The boy was right to be wary of being left with Sanguinus while Aurë left them to seek glory on her own; never would he trust another so-called friend of his dam's for as long as he lived. He didn't allow himself to wonder if he would live or not, and he still hadn't realized his mistake.

This is a cave of devils, hissed Sanguinus in his ear. Dragomir felt his cheeks grow wet with tears, his growing body suddenly feeling small and frail like when he was just a month old once more. Why are you doing this? he asked weakly, not bothering to try hiding the fear and despair that wavered in his voice. He couldn't pretend to be brave now even if he wanted to. Dragomir was no actor. Please, he pleaded, I wanna go home.