useless, trying to fight, and the truth is
Young and without the gravitas of age that brings wisdom, the hybrid felt success as the dragon turned to circle closer to her bonded. It swelled within him in round, warm circles that expanded across his chest. His wings flared again as his sharp eyes moved from dragon to bonded, once more, before he finally shifted.
Feathers gave way to leather and fur, his cloak covering him with enough protection from the coldest of Halovian weather. His ursur-wool mitten reached down and he grabbed his prey. His other hand shoved into a pocket in his cloak and he pulled out a small rope. He tied it around the legs of the hare and then began fastening the kill to his belt.
As he did so, he started walking towards the woman and her dragon.
Feathers gave way to leather and fur, his cloak covering him with enough protection from the coldest of Halovian weather. His ursur-wool mitten reached down and he grabbed his prey. His other hand shoved into a pocket in his cloak and he pulled out a small rope. He tied it around the legs of the hare and then began fastening the kill to his belt.
As he did so, he started walking towards the woman and her dragon.
i'd rather be BLIND
