Sleeping Dragon identity

She was a frenzy of red: a phoenix by any other name, stained with blood rather than fire, but rising regardless.

So focused as Indra on dispatching this creature, and in some way culling a piece of herself in the process, she did not notice Colt's lean-in until he spoke his praise; and she turned mid-snap to face him with the same wild air that had possessed her against the beast - nearly cutting him with a tooth.

Recognition came swiftly after that; she was a panting, dripping mess. The shape of her soiled body filled the red of his eye; Indra saw herself there, swimming in red.