Jade Fern Grove azul

She was a friend of Kvarsheim.

Then he could trust her.

With hesitance, he looked down upon her, high chest and high tail, and huffed violent air out of his nostrils like a vengeful dragon. A dragon that's mighty head leaned down with open jaws, fiery eyes and sharp horns ready to cut through throat. One whose head tried to press underneath her muzzle, and perhaps he might have gone for her neck. Her stomach. Her legs, her mouth, her eyes should he try hard enough. One who had tamed, as he struggled to find proper positioning to let her lean her weight upon him.

It had not taken him long to figure out a new option, after attempting many others, and this time he tried to scoop her belly up with the top of his nose, trying to shuffle her onto his back. 

"Tell me where to go." Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He felt uncomfortable. "Now." Hardly a demand. He tried to make it one regardless.