Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Wraen did not need to see him, to sense him coming - he did not know that, but he revealed his presence in so many other ways. The sound of his soft and sneaky footfalls, the warmth radiating off his body, the thick smell of a puppy (milk, pee, dirt, dust and so much more) wafting her way.

She waited, until he was inches away from her, counted 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - lift off! - opened here eyes and snapped her teeth right in front of Pox's muzzle. "You are a dead puppy, now," she announced him with a smile and a quick lick of his forehead, in case she had startled the guy (with him being a purebred Blackthorn - it was unlikely). 

"Do you want to be the dragon now?" she offered him, lifting herself up to a sittin position and stretching her upper back and neck.