Maeve
The dragon isn't there for Ever. There are no plans to eat the pup given that he has always been more inclined towards fish. Not that Ever knows that. Maeve can only spare a glance towards the pup as he runs out of swiping reach of the jaguar. The cat is smart enough to give Aidon a wide berth, but it isn't expecting the lick of fire against his hide leg. It whips around with a hiss and she jumps back, using the extra length the whip provides her to put space between the two of them, knowing better than to stay in its reach.
Maeve sends a silent command to Aidon to release a breath towards the predator as she snaps her wrist again, attempting to land another hit against its side, hoping to scare the damn thing off. If it was hungry enough that might not be an option.
Maeve sends a silent command to Aidon to release a breath towards the predator as she snaps her wrist again, attempting to land another hit against its side, hoping to scare the damn thing off. If it was hungry enough that might not be an option.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
