Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Fig didn’t bat an eye at her misstep. It sounded enough like the right word to his young ears for him to get the idea. He grinned, his tail wagging eagerly as she came closer, though he froze when she began to pretend they were coming for them. He hadn’t minded the storm at all, but once he caught on that the sounds it was making were actually signs of the other dragons, he began to react to them for the sake of the game.

Sugar told him to run, but he shook his head determinedly. ”Squires don’t run from noth—“ he began, but was cut off as she leaped onto him. He yipped softly as he fell beneath her, but it turned shortly into a playful growl as he attempted to roll and grab her in his forearms so he could hold her still while he gave her a chomp.