Stone Circle Little one

She catches up to him just in time for her to blow a puff of meat-breath in his face, which was certainly not puppy-sweet with milk anymore. Not without me, she retorts, a grumble coming from her chest as she attempts to swing a paw for his shoulder. I'm the queen dragon slayer! her voice shifts up into a screechy whine. N' you're the dragon!
Because, of course, Astrid's word was law.
She snips her teeth in the direction of his face before she rears up and then slumps forward into a lazy bow, pudgy belly brushed up against the grass.