Coiled up in the entrance of the lair, lay the young red. Yellow belly scales pressed against the earth. She still shivered a bit, though the waterfalls blocked out most of the chill. Dreams perhaps of a fitful sort dancing in her head.
Dreams she'd blocked out most of her wandering days. though Winter's chill had caught her offguard.
It had been a fateful meeting with a minotaur that had brought her here. She was greatful, for wandering would have meant risking the cold, and possibly freezing to death.
A risk she was unwilling to take.
Dreams she'd blocked out most of her wandering days. though Winter's chill had caught her offguard.
It had been a fateful meeting with a minotaur that had brought her here. She was greatful, for wandering would have meant risking the cold, and possibly freezing to death.
A risk she was unwilling to take.