Dragoncrest Cliffs The Place of her Dreams

the girl was soon upon her back, chacal was a voice of mercy whether she knew it or not.

quennell felt an anger so hot and burning that it blinded him. even as the girl listened to get on her back. he was snarling, slobbering even. he had never wanted to hurt somebody. not like this, never like this.

it may have scared him had it not felt so exciting.

yet now all he thought of was punishing her. especially as she gave poor reasoning for daring to cross them.

he snarled once more, baring teeth in preparation. only held back by the close form of his sister.