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Wraen said nothing to placate him, but continued to lie still and wait for Pox to make his move. He continued to teeter between action and inaction, uncertain if he was more defiant against the unfairness or the giving up. It took him a little while to work it out, but after a minute or so, he sniffed up his tears and back down to business. Unfairness be damned--Pox Blackthorn was going to defeat this mother fuckin' dragon.

He went about it the same way he did before, only this time he was nearly vibrating with determination. He crept around, trying to be sneaky and get close before he blasted forward to try and grab a corner of the pelt and tear it away from its captor.