Neverwinter Forest let's leave my truck in the drive

the pelt would not be perfect: this rhaegal had come to accept.

it was doubtful anything could be perfect unless he had been fortunate enough to come across a doe frozen to death; and while not impossible he knows it had not been cold enough long enough for that to be a logical possibility.

they are gaining on the looming rockface of the cliff, doe and seadragon and hunter.

the doe is panicked and rhaegal keeps tight, even as the rockface draws nearer and nearer.

the hunter misses the jugular, the doe skitters to a halt and rhaegal, taking advantage of the panicked confusion, slows his pace, sides heaving heavy; teeth bearing as he snaps at her hind quarters, moving to trap her between the hunter, the rockface and himself; trying to steal the doe's attention to give the hunter another chance to make the kill.