Sleeping Dragon identity

the mercenary circled closer. "consider this a bit'o battle trainin', girl. don't be afraid to get in there an' take yer licks." as if to demonstrate, colt suddenly lunged, a ragged firepulse in the cool air. his teeth snapped its rump just above the tailbase, and blood welled at once.
the coyote cried out and turned its teeth on the man. he chuckled and pulled away from the desperate jaws, nodding once to indra. strike. and strike again.