Sleeping Dragon i’m not in love so don’t forget it

Niall's coat had not yet fully dried out from his dip in the river rapids, dark strands of honeyed fur clumped together in sharp points beneath his lean physique as he traipsed towards the nearby mountainside. Damp pawprints stained the dirt and rock he moved upon, leaving behind him a ghostly trail that soon evapourated beneath the heat of the sun. 

The male was looking for somewhere to rest. He needed some time to dry out and groom himself, and the mountain seemed as a good a place as any to find somewhere to shelter for a few hours. As he approached it, he hadn't expected the ground beneath his paws to feel so warm. He might have assumed it was just the sun's ray reflecting on the earth's surface, had it not been for the blanket of clouds that had rolled in overhead. No, the warmth was seeping up from beneath him. 

Niall paused in his tracks, a single brow lifting as he looked down in bewilderment at the rock beneath his paws. This place held magic, he was sure of it.